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
Which burns the very page we race to read
To read all the prophesies of the seers
Of pain, and fears and general dispair
And even through silence, love has its sound
So I call to God, who lifts the heads of men
Our eternity seen only through our death
For better love, none other, through life it runs.
I sob, I beg and fall to arise again
And make them go with fingertips soft as the sea.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2002-2006
