The wounds cut deep, and there are only shadows
exploring the recesses of a tired mind
which seeks to find it's way back into the light
from out of the darkness from which it comes.
I felt you there, holding me and guiding me
embracing me so that I could never stray
bringing me back to my own heart's reality
and in that, there was mercy, and there was kindness.
So why do the tears fall, burning down my cheeks
in a silent rhapsody which nobody really wants to hear?
I cry alone in the darkness of a single room, sitting here
at a desk staring at a blank screen and trying to find words.
I should be on my knees, becoming everything I should be
but instead I am here, and my lips are dry and my eyes red
because I cannot reach out through the darkness to touch
the one thing for which my heart most truly aches.
I would give myself to you, body, heart, mind and soul
and turn it over to your will to do with as you please
nothing left as my own, all belonging to you most deeply
because that is, in the essence of the words, who and what I am.
Copyright © Storm 2003
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