BabyGrace
Refugee
what I wouldn't give
to feel whole again
to walk through that door
and feel my defenses bend
it seems as a simple haze now
quicker than the fleet-of-foot
the days we danced upon the heather
have cast into the dull night its baleful look
you caught my dreams in the candlelight
your face was lit, your eyes not dimmed
a part of you broke into me
the melding of a sun so icy-rimmed
but morning came as the flowers should grow
sleep's drug cast its weary spell
you were laid to rest beneath bare dirt
and when I awoke, none were left to tell
still dawn chases dusk across her sky
and as I grow your image fades
wring the silence from these words
and perhaps you'll find my rest made...
I searched the lonely echoes for your voice
and I found a piece of you, left buried in me.
for Caroline, Cathryn, Bronwyn, and all the other little children who aren't so little anymore
to feel whole again
to walk through that door
and feel my defenses bend
it seems as a simple haze now
quicker than the fleet-of-foot
the days we danced upon the heather
have cast into the dull night its baleful look
you caught my dreams in the candlelight
your face was lit, your eyes not dimmed
a part of you broke into me
the melding of a sun so icy-rimmed
but morning came as the flowers should grow
sleep's drug cast its weary spell
you were laid to rest beneath bare dirt
and when I awoke, none were left to tell
still dawn chases dusk across her sky
and as I grow your image fades
wring the silence from these words
and perhaps you'll find my rest made...
I searched the lonely echoes for your voice
and I found a piece of you, left buried in me.
for Caroline, Cathryn, Bronwyn, and all the other little children who aren't so little anymore