Here I sit lonely hearted and alone
With polished words, the bargain's quickly made
To pointless fears and hopelessness.Death's sigh.
Weighed down and held by broad, consuming pain
For you are as brief as angel's breath
That burned the very page we raced to read
To read all the prophesies of the seers
Of pain, and fears, of general dispair
And even through the silence, love has sound
So I call to God, who lifts the heads of men
Our eternity seen only through our death
For better love, than none through life it runs
I sob, I beg and fall to rise again
To make them go with fingertips soft as the sea.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2001
