This changeling in you, too much and much too soon
Visions, fears… hopes and tears
Decisions made beyond your years
And time has drained you from this place
All things felt, nothing said
Everything was at your call, beauty and all things… all things
A strangled spirit out of place
Struggled joys, tangled hates, all ill-repaired
Too many to care for, or to care
The space between us, empty as it is full
And how sleep becomes the great escape
Or the randomness of sweet recall
The lies of the lost and the in-betweens
The spectacle of all that is hoped for, and seen
Those spirit-crosses from which you’ll hang
Owned by them, though a given by curse
Mothers, Fathers – brothered Sons, Friends, Lovers… all fall by the way
Wanting to touch, be touched, roads to a fate which circles
Ungiven… the offerings you hold like a beacon
Waiting, waiting – a fury that is patient
Warmed by the hearts that you will find, then know
Warmed by the hearts that you will find… then know.
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