Glory

Stories told to me

And stories told you

and did you ever feel like they were ringing true?

Tonight like many nights

Memories flicker through my eyes

Your words and your music

Company and poems

Time ticking and comfort

Fall and winter nights

They sizzled and gleamed

Hope grew

Heart flew

I miss you

I miss you

Why did you have to go?

Why did I have to leave?

I couldn't take the pain anymore 

I listened to above the clouds of Pompeii today

and I realized that perhaps

I never did fall for you

I fell in love with who I made you into

With your help of words

and music

With all your attention

I formed you into a man

A man who you never were

But my soul mourns

Where are you?

I've never cared for anyone so much before

Alone I continue to walk

A shadow upon the ground

I am the girl they never choose

A heart as big as a castle

The one they never can see

The woman who works so hard

but has nowhere to be

I get so close I can taste it

but the taste never arrives

I am a reject but a fighter

and I keep marching on

I've never known true love

For people cant seem to feel

Someday someone will bring me to life

I want to crawl into your eyes

and I want to reside

If only I could change your heart

Your sadness would vanish

Emptiness subside

You can't see this

but you need something whole

A foundation of truth

A reminder of youth

The dead men of Ireland

They roll in their graves

For wasting such a woman

Deep in Killmainham

I walked down the chilled hall

Stories and souls peering inside

The angel men watched as I died

Heartbroken and lost

In my white dress

Black jaket

Cold hands

A mess

I stood by cell number 13

There I met a ghost

Heuston held my hand

And together we walked

He guided me back to the land

We stood in the courtyard

The tourists all left

Alone the breeze kissed me

A small cross at my feet

At that moment I realized

You were someone I should leave

But in the end all that mattered

was the glory of peace

and what was left of our heartbeat

Reviews

[Levi Levin]

Lots of heart-felt creativity with a twist. Words that fit the mold for many in this walk of life. But I'm glad that hope riseth again as the flower that once bloomed in it's perceived beauty and it's joy and smiles, it dieth but it riseth again. For there shall be another spring.