Ashes Blow Over All Things
For every happy thought
for every smiling friend
for everyone who thanks me
I let the ashes blow
For every hand I lend
for every promise made
for every declaration of love
I let the ashes blow
For every moment of understanding
and every instant of communion
and every apparent good deed
I let the ashes blow
Somewhere, there is a garden
over-grown and wild with weeds
one brown bench book-ends it
and there I sit in shame
as I turn myself inside out
in the incessant search for meaning
But every shard of hope I find
any glimmer of talent or humour
quickly disappears from view
as I let the ashes blow
So much love I've had and given
so much trust been pinned upon me
so much that all gets buried
as I let the ashes blow
Somewhere, there is an attic room
shadowy sanctuary of scribbles
with scalpel nib I carve apart
the corpse of a life 'just lived'
dissecting its every organ
in the wild-eyed search for meaning
My burning words of questioning
they scorch all things
and I let the ashes blow...
My burning words, immortal
they scorch all things
and I just let the ashes blow...
(Feb 2011)
<Deleted User> (8730)
Sat 20th Aug 2011 11:07
very romantic and meaningful. I could read that one again....