Dust and Dreams-A Journey
I Never Knew the Girl Remained (Dust)
I Never Knew the Girl Remained
The phone never rings, only in my mind,
And all this world is so unkind,
I need to truly feel and see,
Emotions, to silence blasphemy.
For a thickened skin cannot be hid behind,
From the torments of the soul and mind,
I need this release, it is only this,
As sweet to me as the softest kiss,
I fear growing ever old and gray,
I am frightened by the world today,
I cannot foresee, not ever understand,
The bitterness of a burning hand,
Of a unity broken, the tension builds,
For you see, there are no more lush hills,
The girl remains, swallowed whole in niceties,
The tune has died now, silenced vehemently,
My aches so, weary and still,
I cannot find that child's phantom hill,
My legs cannot walk, nor stand in lieu,
My hands cannot caress, their palms are blue,
I never knew the girl remained.
That dream was stolen by the rain.
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
The phone never rings, only in my mind,
And all this world is so unkind,
I need to truly feel and see,
Emotions, to silence blasphemy.
For a thickened skin cannot be hid behind,
From the torments of the soul and mind,
I need this release, it is only this,
As sweet to me as the softest kiss,
I fear growing ever old and gray,
I am frightened by the world today,
I cannot foresee, not ever understand,
The bitterness of a burning hand,
Of a unity broken, the tension builds,
For you see, there are no more lush hills,
The girl remains, swallowed whole in niceties,
The tune has died now, silenced vehemently,
My aches so, weary and still,
I cannot find that child's phantom hill,
My legs cannot walk, nor stand in lieu,
My hands cannot caress, their palms are blue,
I never knew the girl remained.
That dream was stolen by the rain.
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
