She cries no more

by Emily Eaton   Apr 26, 2005


Late at night i waste in size,
in a wakeful doze i sorrow.
Another moon relaxes to watch my sadden dreams above the midnight shadows.

Behind closed doors you wait for me,
As i stand in a deepful stare,
Pushed against hard walls, then released to the floor,
reaching up to find you not there.

Crying at the rooms silence,
i hope to hear from you,
tense are my hands that grip the air
feeling death is due.

Fast running hills i seek your face
don't hold me back i pray
Ready steady come blustered winds
for our meeting shan't be this day.

What voices stir me from my lullaby bed
A soldier fit for me.
shielding evil whispers and spirits
a burning fire for my heart to see.

Ocean deep waves float free along for miles
swimming through i am so clean.
Humming winds rising up within me
Singing for now i can breathe.

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