The Grass Is Cut
I can see you dancing on the lawns, innocence,
laughing, running, arms carefree and unabashed.
Your vision holds me, as if held in a moment of such
happiness and magic that I can barely think to breath.
But as a distant sound breaks my dream, I feel the
emptiness once more.
No warmth of a breeze can break my fall from that high
place.
How then should someone address their loneliness
when all that was their life has gone from their touch.
When all that changed them from nothing to something
has itself turned to nothing but for an aching love.
It cannot be left by the bed in the morning when you
wake and picked up again at a time of nostalgia,
or left downstairs when you ascend the steps at night
in hope of sleep.
It is you and it is your love... it is what you have
and it is why you are....
Emptiness ... fullness of feeling... it is because
they were... and they still are.
Copyright © Chris Hoar | Year Posted 2007
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