Some mention of loss
Vague and off to the side
Silent and lithe
So dear to my sight
Foot fall and stop
Broken lips more than not
A sad picture says all
But that’s not what I see
They may see
What did never mend
They may tell
Of what they heard and then
They may propose
The sordid rumored end
They may all serve
Themselves forever ill
Simple wind
Simple gray
Unmistakable smell of a
Summer rain
I can’t tell
What I believe
But you are here
And I see
Simple lines
Simple means
Unmistakable fear of a
Friend in need
So I can’t tell
You what to believe
But you are here
And I see
The stress of why
And how it all comes down
The questions mount
You say to yourself that it all just doesn't make
Sense and senses you start to doubt
Yourself and all you’re scared to allow
To happen how it may oh dear just let
What might be just natural play out
I don’t see
What did never mend
You told me all
I need to know and then
I may propose
A very different end
Different from them
Different from him
Simple wind
Simple gray
Unmistakable smell of a
Summer rain
I can’t tell
What I believe
But you are here
And I see
Simple lines
Simple means
Unmistakable fear of a
Friend in need
So I can’t tell
You what to believe
But you are here
And I see
Wind and the Gray - DGC 10/31/09
2 comments:
Derek, these are just beautiful. Maybe because they speak so well to what my heart has suffered and should have been writing. I keep receiving these nudges to start writing again. And just want to say, not to be melodramatic, truly, but you have inspired me.
Thanks for the very kind words Jodie. I'm just like you: it takes a nudge to get going. If I have been instrumental in resurrecting your writing, then I'm very honored. And don't worry, we'll all make it.
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