~Sophia~
03-07-2009, 10:32 AM
The Poem Was Always Meant To Be Yours
You asked for clarity and I released
a thousand white doves with ribbons
spun from my hair to lasso the sun.
But in the pure rays of streaming light
you saw only the shadows of charred
ravens pecking at your eyes.
You asked for the serenity of clear blue
ocean waters and I built an ark to sail
you around the world. Heaving,
you got seasick in the harbor.
You asked for the wisdom of stones and
I carved a temple in your name on a rocky
mountain top. Standing at the bottom
you said the elevation made you weak.
And when I’d run out of miracles
realized - you were the sorrow
I would never breach.
You asked for clarity and I released
a thousand white doves with ribbons
spun from my hair to lasso the sun.
But in the pure rays of streaming light
you saw only the shadows of charred
ravens pecking at your eyes.
You asked for the serenity of clear blue
ocean waters and I built an ark to sail
you around the world. Heaving,
you got seasick in the harbor.
You asked for the wisdom of stones and
I carved a temple in your name on a rocky
mountain top. Standing at the bottom
you said the elevation made you weak.
And when I’d run out of miracles
realized - you were the sorrow
I would never breach.