She dreams of him She dreams of him Sleeps with his voice, Lulling her into a semblance of joy She likes the way He says awaken and lost, His soft pauses and sighs She drinks his words, Sleeping potions From a world she cannot touch. Rest now, he says, Fall into my words There are other arms Where we shall meet That shall hold you In my name Stretch out your heart To me until it breaks Breaking is what Living's for. Burn, Laugh, run away. Take your song of death; Throw it to the wind. The wind knows, carries Whispers and prayers, Carries voices of anguish Hurls them against mountains Thrusts them into space Where they dissolve And fall to earth, In a gentle rain. © 2003 J.L.Stanley |
