If ever I should leave this blackened Earth
Do not despair, but to the heavens look
The brightest blues are my e’er-smiling mirth
On grandest clouds are writ my parting book
If ever I should leave this blackened Earth
Do not despair, but to the heavens look
The brightest blues are my e’er-smiling mirth
On grandest clouds are writ my parting book
Your tears
Let me dry them for you
Your scars
Let me heal them for you
Your broken heart
Let me mend it for you
Your hands
Let me hold them
Grey and dreary days
Make one’s heart weary
It comes without warning
And strikes in the dark
This vilest of humanly woes
Finding times of mourning
It looks for its mark
And into their heart sinks its toes
~This is an old one, but I thought it worth sharing~
Darkness falls around me
Shadows mock and jeer
I cannot sleep too soundly
With all the noises here
I question what I’m doing
And where I’m meant to go
Which dames I should be wooing
Which seeds to caref’lly sow
And so t’the stars I gaze
With wonder, awe, and spite
In an imbibéd haze
On some forgotten night
I have not seen you here before today
Here I’ve not been, but hear I of this place
I closed my eyes and here galloped apace
And here ever you now will have to stay.
What? Never can I leave, visit my home?
I’ve not yet said good-bye, nor finishéd
The story I had written in my head
Will I remain undone, astray, alone?
Fair Child, fret not, your story is not o’er,
Those left behind will ever tell your tale;
You have done well–look now to starry veil
And set aside your burdens evermore.
For rest you must, so shed not one more tear
At peace you’ll be forevermore, Child–here.