losing someone after 36 yrs, its hard to find air" its hard to rise...I`m not to good at this but I try.
Recluse
I met someone with no hearing..
She placed Her hand upon My guitar,
a hand upon my throat.
She smiled at the silly songs,
and as I went on, steadied Her touch,
and the music played on.
Though sorrow floats between hand and Souls
there is no mourning.
She understood, as it came to and end...
tomorrow`s ash...
The scent only wanders in my mind
not the halls and rooms where once prevalent...She is not there.
but the music, the music rises.
I felt the cool eagerness, and rhythm of Her touch
hopelessly listening as She.. and would redeem nothing more.
I lay flat and still upon the ground,
in that time that was not measured or counted
I misplaced the language, not hearing another man`s words.
The hungry light stings paled eyes,
and the music..the music plays on.
"question my abilities..never my heart"
© Copyright 2011 Vincent
Recluse
I met someone with no hearing..
She placed Her hand upon My guitar,
a hand upon my throat.
She smiled at the silly songs,
and as I went on, steadied Her touch,
and the music played on.
Though sorrow floats between hand and Souls
there is no mourning.
She understood, as it came to and end...
tomorrow`s ash...
The scent only wanders in my mind
not the halls and rooms where once prevalent...She is not there.
but the music, the music rises.
I felt the cool eagerness, and rhythm of Her touch
hopelessly listening as She.. and would redeem nothing more.
I lay flat and still upon the ground,
in that time that was not measured or counted
I misplaced the language, not hearing another man`s words.
The hungry light stings paled eyes,
and the music..the music plays on.
"question my abilities..never my heart"
© Copyright 2011 Vincent
