Nevermore Will Never Compromise
I spun a dream, and bedded down
in cradles of tomorrow.
I never heard the silent sounds
of that approaching sorrow.
I knew that trials would come
but pledged I would be brave
you and I were both so young
with many memories to stage.
And I prepared for all our wars
and I prepared for victory
but nothing could prepare me for
the ache of tender memories.
I smiled through pain; you were my prize
and yet my soul aches with the dawn.
No mask I wear disguises bitter eyes
now that your future is all gone.
The album pages blankly stare
and trick my mind into imagining
that I’d have smiled more with you there
to be the wind beneath my wings.
The rocking chair’s my mourning throne
that creaks a weepy lullaby;
a flameless candle; too soon blown
rips through the thoughts of you and I.
My anger crushed by tears
my hope beat down by Fate
a childless mother with too many years,
to many questions to subdue…
And strings of dreams still come unraveled
and Time itself has been my curse
and makes those precious moments feel like gravel
and pickles anger to extend the thirst:
for the dreams, the trials, the babe I’d nursed,
escape from dreams by body bore,
the empty void that feels like it’ll burst,
the broken heart my soul can not afford.
I promised love for you forevermore,
I said I’d paint you brighter skies
but I’m a mommy nevermore…
and nevermore will never compromise.
Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2006
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