Friday, 6 November 2009
Caught a glimmer of joy in your eyes, 'twas so cold
as I sat on that bus, you were smiling,
though the memory's quite old, and the shimmer has dulled
it's a full color, framed, out of filing.
Sepia pictures more often I hold
old negatives covered in grime
it's a shame, though fortold, that we're all growing old
with limited space and less time.
The clock on wall tells me just where I stand
and it's chime brings the heartache of doom
the seconds tick by, and I can't help but cry
in the heart of my hearts old dark room.
Despite all the charm my countenance exudes,
these tattered old blinds can't conceal
soft light filters truth from my cheap platitudes
and the good from the dark stuff I feel.
Thought about leaving this filth covered tomb
take the best of my memories with me
better to clean up than run from this room
keep the babe for the bath water's free.
Watching my step, I tread deep within
without the desire to save face
gaze up at a skin, done by guilt of that sin
in the light of God's Love and sweet Grace.
To break from this nasty cold miserable cave
let go of the sadness and gloom
forgiveness unlocks the door of the grave
and there's nothing left here to exhume.
Welcome, my friend, yes it's been quite a while
since we've bathed in the sun and run free
got a mind for preserving your beautiful smile
in my state of the heart gallery!