HM (October 29,1979 / Portland Oregon)


And soon even this breath will subside
I will sucumb to my own morality
To all things there is an end
Some more welcome than others
Some longed for and anticipated

I cry out 'Take me home'
Im not ready but how much more
Do I have in store.

That final lingering thread is fraying
The goal now seems a spiteful mockery
For there feels to be no compromise

I listen to each beat wondering
Will this be my last
Then there is her

She is the one that feeds my soul
She is the one that makes all suffice
Every motion etched in my thoughts
As to weather it is the right decision
A choice I will be making for her

Like the songbird entrapped
I will endure this
I will not sing to you though
I cannot give song of a wind
Unless it blows through my wings

So the sparrow will sit her eggs
Let hatchlings take flight
Then wither into dust...

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what a beautiful piece of lit.i loved it.keep on going