I Come To Like This
Is it sanity or bravery that I come to you like this?
Wanting, no needing something to live for
Something to see
On the long marched across the sea of grass I wonder
What maddens possessed me?
What in sanity led me to this place?
Out here looking for friend
What have I done to myself?
I’m mining my own gold
Yet can I trust the value it will bring?
Can I trust myself?
Is it sanity or bravery that I came to you like this?
On the long dark nights I lay awake
Doubting my nightmare dreams
I’m standing at an alter
The women beside, my bride
Is weeping nothing tears
I keep whispering to her
It’s ok love
And she keeps
Shushing me
I close my eyes
When they open gold falls from the sky
I look up
There are my eyes
Weeping rain
Breathing thunders last game
I close my eyes
I’m not afraid of the darkness
I trust that the moon shall guyed me
So is it vanity or brave that I came to you like this?
Is it saintly last strand?
Madness in a brandy glass?
Or
Has the game of loneliness come to its end?
What do I do?
Shall I press forth into the unknown?
The unseen?
Mining my own gold
Or
Do I stay here?
Like a child hiding beneath my mother’s dress?
Is it sanity or bravery that I come to you like this?
With my heart out there to chow
I don’t know what else to do?
So I write and walk
Think and talk
Yet how can I be share
That I’m welcomed with open arms
Is it vanity or bravery that I’ve come to you like this?
Out here looking for a friend
Among the black sheep
The folks that no one needs
Except for me
So is it saintly or bravery that I stand before you
With my heart out there to chew
I didn’t know what else to do.
Copyright © Erica Szabo | Year Posted 2012
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