The moon is full the sky bright the stars gaze back at me as I sit wailing with Sara on the box and sipping Shiraz. The window is open I gaze out in wonder at the beauty of it all the power of creation then worry can anyone hear?
Shadows fall candlelight dancing across the floor, my attempt at solitude, at peace cluttered with reality.
I sing louder wishing I was better, wishing for something never gained. The bleak places of the heart cloud the beauty of the moment as I wonder, why?
My heart drifts to and from the beauty to pain and sadness so deep only the supernatural can sustain me.
To be covered and beauty yet blind as I selfishly crumble I gaze at my existence in wonder and ask what makes a valid life? Trying to make since of those blessed or cursed finding myself in both realities fighting to make since of it all.
As I sit wailing with Sara tears steaming down my face sipping Shiraz and wondering at the beauty of it all but can anyone hear the sadness?
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