Archive for October 6, 2011

Old house, new home

The room has been with tears and silent prayers,
the cries of ill and weakened soon to die
and ticking clocks that stopped the day they’d leave,
of blinded windows during times of grieve.

The cries of ill and weakened soon to die,
while sunlight shone at dying and deceased.
The room embracing families in black
who said goodbyes to those who won’t come back.

And ticking clocks that stopped the day they’d leave
with dancing dust above the coffin’s lid.
But what of this could she have known at all
when entering the house, the room, the hall.

Of blinded windows during times of grieve,
she doesn’t know,  so why is it she cries?
There’s sunshine in the room and children play
yet she feels sad in her new home today.

Once I let in the world

Once I let in the world, my thoughts not bound by language anymore
they took me into gardens filled with flowers that were mine to pick
I wondered free over the plains of others
to make me live the feelings of the other more and deeper.

They took me into gardens filled with flowers that were mine to pick
and even down the ocean they would blossom
as everywhere there’s more to find of live and living on.

I wondered free over the plains of others,
over deserts I would ponder, wondering how live
could there exist, a place so empty but some flowers grow there.

To make me live the feelings of the other more and deeper
as everywhere there’s truth to find in life and living,
once I let in the world, my thoughts were free.

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