To the Face I Never Knew
As the curtain closes before our eyesI see where my memory of you lies
And looking back upon the emptiness
Like wand'ring in arid wilderness
In memory you seem so far away
Like a rabid rose that's grown astray
Though blood us binds, as gods of old,
It all ran sour before the cold
Should I ever wish 'twere diff'rent?
To aspire of love, a one inherent?
To call you blood, and not just bound
By that which keeps us 'pon hallowed ground?
I wish you well on this new flight
And may your face be graced with Light
Though your flame never lit my face
I still hope you'll find the Sacred Place
--------------------------------------------------
- dedicated to the grandfather of my best friend -
Poetry by CrowRider
Read 448 times
Written on 2011-01-19 at 21:33
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
