ShadowsCool
04-15-2012, 06:20 PM
Feathers From The Sky
Oh Christine, how I longed to find Your lips again;
Though You exist no longer on the earth to see,
But in the realms of the heavenly.
Your sleeping tears drip like mist from the sky
Where I stand on the other side,
Against an inscription of words
Chiseled on Your grave.
They cannot mean anything to me
If I can't touch the very hands
That by the power of love attached to mine.
And so I beseech the very God
To bring Your presence back from time.
Not of yesterday, but in the present air;
So I can speak to You
Of the things my heart now holds...
Devastation and loneliness,
Knowing without You I grow old.
It is with sweet bitterness
Having once seen the birds of heaven
Gazing through Your eyes,
Having now to see wayward feathers
Fall out of the sky.
~
Oh Christine, how I longed to find Your lips again;
Though You exist no longer on the earth to see,
But in the realms of the heavenly.
Your sleeping tears drip like mist from the sky
Where I stand on the other side,
Against an inscription of words
Chiseled on Your grave.
They cannot mean anything to me
If I can't touch the very hands
That by the power of love attached to mine.
And so I beseech the very God
To bring Your presence back from time.
Not of yesterday, but in the present air;
So I can speak to You
Of the things my heart now holds...
Devastation and loneliness,
Knowing without You I grow old.
It is with sweet bitterness
Having once seen the birds of heaven
Gazing through Your eyes,
Having now to see wayward feathers
Fall out of the sky.
~