Autumn Ripens Broken Souls:
Follow me fleeting eyes, hollers hidden voice of most uncertain reason, as ideas pass and trueness becomes very untrue.
Care about me she says, as somewhere opinions gather like the leaves in autumn’s gutter, clogging the throughway; the water deepens.
Help! Lift me up my friend, her voice muffled by words, callously spoken; her hands tied down with bracelets bound by friendship.
Walk with me my friend, invitations go unnoticed, she cries tears that tell of heart so many times broken lost to herself; lost in oneself.
Of what god; Look at me grey dark sky; help me see the path I seek. Let me grasp a hand and kiss a cheek. Help me see the passings and fleetings and heartbreaks and drownings.
Before I pass
Before eyes fleet
Before heart breaks
Before I drown
Help me please.
©2004
Care about me she says, as somewhere opinions gather like the leaves in autumn’s gutter, clogging the throughway; the water deepens.
Help! Lift me up my friend, her voice muffled by words, callously spoken; her hands tied down with bracelets bound by friendship.
Walk with me my friend, invitations go unnoticed, she cries tears that tell of heart so many times broken lost to herself; lost in oneself.
Of what god; Look at me grey dark sky; help me see the path I seek. Let me grasp a hand and kiss a cheek. Help me see the passings and fleetings and heartbreaks and drownings.
Before I pass
Before eyes fleet
Before heart breaks
Before I drown
Help me please.
©2004