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Subject: "Saw-grass Under Fallen Skies"

Author:
andy

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Date Posted: 20:15:41 01/17/08 Thu

"Saw-grass Under Fallen Skies"

These skies of low lit heavens
that drip upon the flatlands of
every schoolboys lost and lonely dreams

fall like rain upon the starving field

as time appeals
as time allows
as crows caw
as the hawk circles
beyond the chalk board
shrieks of lost destiny

until the cry for love
exceeds the need
there will be
no surrender

until the levee breaks
and bleeds black water
there will still be hope

for I have seen love
on the high mount
of a dark and
desperate day

I have seen the mighty wind
sweep away a bleeding heart
to place it upon my doorstep.

.........anew

Yes, I have seen love
in the eyes of a
lonely child

in the passing of a strangers face
in the corridors of malls
far beyond the great Atlantic
further still behind the moon

I have seen love
in the lips of a woman
I have never kissed
I have walked through muddy waters
to end up here so incomplete
in the crevices of aging days

This mighty force
that now betrays my thoughts
my sincere convictions
of choosing my own time

my time for this
my time for that
always appearing
so in control

until the world became her shadow
until her night became my day
until one look into her eyes
reminded me of how little I knew

OF LOVE:

there in the saw grass of my thoughts
where the children smile walking home
where the devil refuses to dance
where the fire melts the ice

this is where you will find me
resolute, in her arms

Someday
when our day
long at last

arrives

ajs

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