We stand upon the shoreline, a crushing
Expanse of tumbled giants and broken
Pillars that reach out towards the sea.
More lie beneath the tide, hidden from
The eyes of those above while we hide
From the eyes that lie at the bottom
of that breach.
Upon the rocky perches where the angels
Build their nests, from the bones of children
And threads of a wedding dress, we gaze into
Our eternity. Stretched beyond the hazy sun
And the dreams of lovers come undone, we try so
Hard to believe; that there is something out there
Greater then what we see.
I used to bring you daisies, daffodils and dandelions
That grew in the medow just behind those cyprus trees.
Always withered, with broken stems no less, you'd take
Them with a smile and reward me with your lavender kiss.
Now we know that when something is lost, it can never be
Once again known. A rose by another name is no longer a
Rose.
So we sit. Staring with hollow, empty eyes at what
Gave these barren cliffs life. Fowers may still
Grow behind those trees, and something may still lie
At the bottom of the sea, beneath that undulating surface
Of what we once believed. That something, whatever it may
be; that something is greater then you, and more then me.
So we sit and try not to forget the sweetness of dandelions
And lavender's scent.
No comments:
Post a Comment