popsadie
Acrobat
I can not forget.
Faced with the lover with spotlight eyes and a grasp so firm that I must tear myself out;
I find myself feeling more like Gomer than Solomon's dark browed beauty.
My lover is so true, so shining.
I weep at his feet with scratched knees and bleeding hands,
bearing the wounds of my infidelity. I can scarcely bring myself to look at his heart,
Much less his blazing blue eyes.
Still, remnants of his words remain lodged in my chest-
Whispers that say that I am his.
I can not forget those promises.
I can not forget the afternoons when my lover and I walked through the fields
with shards of sunlight in our eyes,
And held each others hand.
Those days are real; I tell the tear stroked ground.
I am my beloveds and he is mine.
Oh Lord, don't leave me now.
Do not let me tear my lowly eyes from your beautiful feet.
Oh now Lord...I come.
Faced with the lover with spotlight eyes and a grasp so firm that I must tear myself out;
I find myself feeling more like Gomer than Solomon's dark browed beauty.
My lover is so true, so shining.
I weep at his feet with scratched knees and bleeding hands,
bearing the wounds of my infidelity. I can scarcely bring myself to look at his heart,
Much less his blazing blue eyes.
Still, remnants of his words remain lodged in my chest-
Whispers that say that I am his.
I can not forget those promises.
I can not forget the afternoons when my lover and I walked through the fields
with shards of sunlight in our eyes,
And held each others hand.
Those days are real; I tell the tear stroked ground.
I am my beloveds and he is mine.
Oh Lord, don't leave me now.
Do not let me tear my lowly eyes from your beautiful feet.
Oh now Lord...I come.
