Apr 29, 2008 23:52
Hollingsworth RD
Lead me beside the river,
Lay me down in the tall grass,
And love me the way you used to,
When we were young, and without a place for such things.
Take me out into the sun,
Bare my skin to the sky,
And make me promises worth keeping,
That are rarely ever kept.
Stay with me in this place,
Here in the wild behind the tracks,
And listen to the sounds of the world passing us by,
As we lay and love again.
Hollingsworth RD-2 years later
I drove the road I thought to never drive again
Tonight, with you, I parked alongside the tracks.
I found the paths in the dark I thought were lost to me
And took you to a place very few have seen.
Tall grasses whispered my secrets from the past
Things better left unsaid, but felt in this place.
Tales of my youth, of losses and gains
And the changes we all try so hard to make.
I guided you along the river's edge to a place
That has no memory of me, though it remains in mine.
By the water, with the sound of the night around me,
I felt myself falling while looking up at a clear sky
Star filled. Holding on to you as though my life
Depended on it, there in that place so special to me
For a moment, I dared to let myself dream.
To let myself fall, to be free, to feel, to hope,
To love. It has been a long time since I have
Loved by the riverside. And while you can only go forward,
Just this one time,
I'm glad I went back.
Hollingsworth RD and Beyond
Wait the river
I return there soon
For there comes a time again to wait and want
There comes a time to let go
Here this place has seen my sorrow
Has taken me from childhood fancy to a woman’s world
And it cannot remain
I cannot say these words in this place
Neither will allow it
And it should not be profaned by our anger
Call me out of my sacred space
I will meet you where the path begins
And ends
I will meet you there by the side
And we will end
You can only go forward
You taught me that
I have dreamt, fallen, felt, hoped
And found freedom in your arms
And I am no longer welcome there
We are no longer welcome here
This place, this space, is mine
And for once
I’m glad you weren’t there with me
I’m glad you forced me from my retreat
For I can keep this place, these memories
These thoughts of what was and what will be
Untainted by our wrath
Unspoiled by our accusations
Cut me deeply
And I shall do the same for you
But neither shall bleed on this hallowed ground
I will go back again
To weep, to mourn, to let you go
And you shall not follow me here
love,
loss,
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