Ring
I am waiting and the warmth of you
I see the jewelry worn proudly
I have some as well
Don't let the ring weigh
No reminder of what was
My ring is worn but it carries hope
I always wanted you to wear it
The edges are worn and battered
But the inside is smooth and new
It will give you freedom and hope
A hope that Is a sunrise
It's dark but over the horizon I am
I sit with my chains and the sun
The rays gleam golden and warm
The warmth of you
I pawned some
Pawned for relief and I can run
The sun to my back we meet
Dance without music
Slips the ring on your finger
I let you feel the worn and battered
Share my triumphs and my victory
And the breeze lifts your hair
Like a Goddess and the wind
Wisps of hair fly to me
Entangle me in your embrace
The box you carry is lighter
You and lips raw from storms
The rain has washed us clean
Rain that lifts the dirt and grime
My ring is polished and gleams
Looks better without the past
The dance will go till sunset
Waking I watch the Sun
It's the Sun from my dream
I see you and the wind
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2013
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