silence and a broken prayer
softly, slowly, the winds breathe with ease
the subtlety's amazing
of what can and cannot be
of what is real and what is not
was not, will not be
unless, somehow it is.
the sky is dark and heavy
a weight so soft and grand
like hoofbeats on the lofty meadow
of yesteryear, and the coming year, and the year that will never be.
the oak of strength and comfort
the winds of change and time
the beats of steady continuity
cannot break, cannot snap
but they can bend
oh, they can bend
and here I am
a moment, a name
a single breath on a frosty window
that beckons to the vacant eye
here I am
so broken
so scared of the knowledge I lack
so thirsty for something I cannot taste
but taste has died
yes, taste has died
it did in loss and fear and pride
leaving its mark upon my side
a widow now was once a bride
gone
so gone
so gone is all around me
I hide, I seek, I found me
alone.
