Bought and Sold
Bought and sold
Come listen, come listen to this winds final gasp
As a woman scurries from sight,
While the tempered glow of a dying flame
Shows the mass of nothing in her cold, dark face
Streetlights brighten the silent shadows
Held quiet as dusk approaches,
But hear the sounds of far off voices
Greeting the moons arrival
For she bares the sin of classic doubt
Of those unnamed in her quiet house,
And waters wash away the aimless souls
When the lies for tomorrow are bought and sold
Into the hour this darkness falls
In a hush of the cool of the night;
And like thoughts foretold shes holds a dream
Lost in a memory past
It dwells not in an instant of time nor place,
Nor deep in her life's encounter,
Nor where a midnight so soundless waits
For a tomorrow that never comes
Leave her to think of lost respect,
When emotion vanishes from thought;
But forever is kept this moment of doubt
With those who are bought and sold
Hold faith forever between hope and desire
Until her dreams subside
Until she trembles to the touch of a hand
And is haunted by those things within
Listen as it ticks upon the wall, a clock
A clock of age and design,
While on busy streets to hidden alleys
She waits for day's arrival
For gone is t he sound of winds final gasp,
Here in the cool morning breeze,
When fate decrees its dark design
To the lies that are bought and sold.
Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2012
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