i am a whisper of these words, still heard and heard and heard
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The color of burntblue was there on a sunday’s eve clear skies and murky water like the leftovers of a childhood memory waveuponwave, like an endless rhythm beats brave drums beneath a twilight heaven swing to and fro, softer than a leaf resting on the breeze the weight of the world was lifted and taken far away from me— but still remains this pain holding a raw and bitter heart— what questions told not to ask anymore and still feel their beat in the dark swollen soul, moving in and out of my mess like a fish, i catch you in the glance and miss your eye— though you never miss mine— when in all my ways you caught me, i don’t know? and when in all my ways i realized, i'm not alone? and how will we go from here when we lift the veil of pain? i really can’t imagine it gone, and me still remain. swift comes the morning and evening something is left behind and i have searched the earth in her age— only to long and pine for what, i cannot place it, a face, a friend i never knew, dream of a dream i once had as a child, never forgotten, never renewed? were i to lift it up, like a rock upon the earth— what would i find underneath, the grubs, worms, dirt? oh what ugliness, oh my heart, oh how i didn’t want to see… the very knife that is my wound pierces me for the healing, water and blood flow out from where i know not and i am bleeding still— though whose blood i’ve forgot…
i am a whisper of these words, still heard and heard and heard
i am a whisper of these words, still heard…
i am a whisper of these words, still heard and heard and heard
The color of burntblue was there on a sunday’s eve clear skies and murky water like the leftovers of a childhood memory waveuponwave, like an endless rhythm beats brave drums beneath a twilight heaven swing to and fro, softer than a leaf resting on the breeze the weight of the world was lifted and taken far away from me— but still remains this pain holding a raw and bitter heart— what questions told not to ask anymore and still feel their beat in the dark swollen soul, moving in and out of my mess like a fish, i catch you in the glance and miss your eye— though you never miss mine— when in all my ways you caught me, i don’t know? and when in all my ways i realized, i'm not alone? and how will we go from here when we lift the veil of pain? i really can’t imagine it gone, and me still remain. swift comes the morning and evening something is left behind and i have searched the earth in her age— only to long and pine for what, i cannot place it, a face, a friend i never knew, dream of a dream i once had as a child, never forgotten, never renewed? were i to lift it up, like a rock upon the earth— what would i find underneath, the grubs, worms, dirt? oh what ugliness, oh my heart, oh how i didn’t want to see… the very knife that is my wound pierces me for the healing, water and blood flow out from where i know not and i am bleeding still— though whose blood i’ve forgot…