Looks amused as she presses her reply just under his, white brows perked.
If there is a god then let it linger not,
Let my uncertain feelings never rot
Nor take their roots inside my heart.
Instead, lock them out with unfeeling dark.
Outside my heart, let them waste away
With sickly disease, may they decay.
I tried to throw them away, upon a time
But they would not go, they were mine.
So I swayed to and fro and fro and to,
Not knowing now, like then, what to do
Or where to turn my harrowed tears
Or stitch myself with unfounded fears.
So love stole briefly into my life
And caused yet again, no end of strife,
No end of aches inside who I am,
No end to what or where it began.
So I laid it aside, I did not hate
But mourned that this will be my fate,
My empty lot and unsown land.
This all I am, as His right hand.
But my sorrow strong, my sadness clotted
As love on the landscape blotted
The darker days and the distant eyes
That looked upon immortal skies
And there in looking, found just me.
Stood singular, apart from society.
But dream for me, a little longer perhaps
A little sweeter; that I might lapse
And love again with all of my youth
Will adverse ways not a hinder of truth
And the lot would flourish, my eyes see
Again. No clouds or tears, but be free.
So dream that dream for me, and just
Me, for I cannot ever put down such trust.
I am gone, I am swayed and abused.
My life sworn to someone else, used
Like the cure all, like the be all and end all
And sometime distant on that white wall
And parapet looking down on you, I'll know
You dreamed for me, me alone. So go,
Take these feelings, so they linger not
Without hate, so my love may never rot.
B ~ xxxx