It would take ten thousand tyrants, a village of villains and one hell of a heartless hedonist
To tread where you trod
To do what you did
To throw away this
Breath like a storm
Birds in the somewhere
Bravely they sing
Watching the thunder
Wondering thoughtfully
Whether they want this
This pre-war, post-war frame
Quaint summer garden
Exposed brick and beam
Uneven maple plank throughout
All hard as nails, I promise
Will never cry so hard as I
On this kitchen floor
Early from work
To tell you how much you meant to me
I came
And you could not believe my words
Your words, I said
Meant so much to me that I gave my life
To help them along
Surprising, and how!
To adore the very storm
who will destroy you.
Uncertainty, my enemy -it roams inside my ribs.
I wonder with deep-seated fear, just how will I do this?
Though morning maketh all things new, by eve’ I dance decrepit
It seems the voice inside my head desires me unaccepted
How you fought for me
Warrior, Peacemaker, You
With bloodied knuckles
What is the name of that road? The spirit and purpose of it? The one we approach, day in and day out, without hesitation?
Familiar with the smell of it, the distractions, attractions and tourist traps along the way, but unsure, in the dark, where to turn when it’s time, finally time, for a rest stop.
Trust, we must, the touch. The feel of our wheels we were gifted, from The Road of all roads, The Mother.
We have Saturdays
So although it’s not yet June
We have sweet, ripe time
The way that you Love
You look familiar to me
The Source of your Love
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