Friday, January 10, 2014

a-leaking heart



I saw your face that wasn’t there 
Saw it hang in empty air  
As you walked away  
Strode into the gray

Your name bitter hung  
On my stricken tongue 
Burnt sick by hope  
Too broken to cope

So again I must learn 
You’ll never return 
You left long ago  
You had places to go!


From afar I heard you speak 
My poor heart went a-leak

Monday, January 6, 2014

Their Golden God

I once heard a story
Of long rotted glory
Perhaps it is true
Perhaps a fancy they drew

From a long lost age
With skin like gold
They locked him in a cage
For he musn't grow old

He was their god
They had to keep him chained
Oh so sadly he would nod
At the homage they paid

He never tried to run
When the temple collapsed
The simple song he sung
As forever elapsed

Their god must never leave
For someone must always grieve