| Six ( @ 2009-07-03 23:43:00 |
| Entry tags: | ahna, poems |
Unnamed.
Blood rushing deeper as tears run dry
Finding its way to the secret inside
A tide rising inward, rivers reversed
Filling the chambers and breaking their curse
No doors and no windows, no view to the sky
Just a shuddering silence, a wondering why
Hearts can be broken, rebuilt again wrong
Sharp edges inside where no shards belong
But nothing's for always, not pleasure, not pain
When what's broken is gone, what's whole will remain
The blood that remembers comes crashing like rain
Until the heart beats to its rhythm again
I've seen in your eyes something free and untamed
And it calls out to me, somewhere deep and unnamed
Says, Dancer, won't you remember the Dance?
Each surely placed footstep, and each taken chance?
Says, Lover, no matter how close we've grown
Your heart was a gift I never wanted to own
There's no place for your heart next to mine to belong
It's been right there inside you with its unheard song
Your answers aren't found in my eyes alone
Let song fill your chambers, take your unclaimed Throne
And a voice I'd forgotten from a heart that's grown still
Remembers the Dance and whispers,
"I will"