When I returned home<\/p>\n
And had time to myself<\/p>\n
I hung my dreams back up on the wall<\/p>\n
And they looked down<\/p>\n
And the mirror does not even have the time of day for me<\/p>\n
And when I see the smiles of others<\/p>\n
all I feel is the absence of my own<\/p>\n
The nights pass without stir<\/p>\n
And for some reason I lie awake<\/p>\n
Wondering what at all I am in this world<\/p>\n
I was full of hope as a boy<\/p>\n
Even when the world didn\u2019t make sense<\/p>\n
It did to me<\/p>\n
And when God spoke, I knew that pillars would collapse<\/p>\n
But I\u2019m not so sure that God speaks anymore<\/p>\n
And when I listen to the sounds outside the win-dow<\/p>\n
All I hear are storms distant and close<\/p>\n
From a world on fire<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve been alone with myself for quite a sum of time<\/p>\n
Sands that pass without hesitation<\/p>\n
And each day feels more a like a gesture<\/p>\n
Than progress<\/p>\n
For a time I lost hope of progress<\/p>\n
For the sole desire to preserve what was left of myself in the wake of my dreams<\/p>\n
And all I thought the world to be<\/p>\n
People are not good to each other<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve not been good to me<\/p>\n
But one night I heard singing<\/p>\n
Thanksgiving days away, I sat in my bedroom accompanied by candlelight and a cat at my feet<\/p>\n
I missed the lady who had ex-changed hearts with me<\/p>\n
And the pressed flowers she gifted<\/p>\n
And the hands that warmed my own<\/p>\n
When it was so cold outside<\/p>\n
I could forget the world if it meant staying by her side<\/p>\n
Cooking and tending to her<\/p>\n
sharing stories of what could be<\/p>\n
when all along we were content in where we were<\/p>\n
She was better than a dream when she was with me<\/p>\n
And I knew on some day<\/p>\n
In the warm sand<\/p>\n
I\u2019d walk with her by the water<\/p>\n
And when the sun got low, we would not retire<\/p>\n
I\u2019d carry her close across the shore<\/p>\n
And we\u2019d lay against each other\u2019s side<\/p>\n
Watching the setting sun dip into the sea<\/p>\n
To kiss the horizon line<\/p>\n
I\u2019d cup my palms around her face<\/p>\n
And kiss her forehead just the same<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve watched her singing when she thought I still was<\/p>\n
elsewhere<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve caught her smiling<\/p>\n
When at first she thought she was alone<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve seen the moun-tain-tops above the clouds<\/p>\n
Seen the gulleys and outlines of the streams<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve seen the rill that runs like a daughter to that<\/p>\n
swirling sea, and how it sparkles with every star that will ever be<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve held her close with the lights off in the room<\/p>\n
The window pane supplied the only light we\u2019d need<\/p>\n
We danced a while, hand in hand<\/p>\n
and if that was all<\/p>\n
that I could be<\/p>\n
I\u2019d know that there was still a life left for me<\/p>\n
That even when my dreams fall through<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll still be standing when the sun ascends<\/p>\n
Across November\u2019s sky again<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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