She wants to trust her
instincts
She claims her intuition
is never wrong
She cites literature,
poetry and rhyme
Comparing nature and
rhythm, coincidence and song.
How can such a gift cast
down from above
Transpire into such a
form of guilt ridden love?
She writes a letter of
thought and love
Explaining how she can
not go another day
Under this guise of false
indifference
Her words lay the tracks,
then pave the way.
Living a lie is such a
truth
The dam will break, the
waters push through
In passion’s flames the
gates stand tall
And wide, shall bend and
break down all.
She overcomes a long
quiet trance
To break out in moon
light dance
Free as the night is young.
The sky black, the stars
shine
The sand sifts, the
weight lifts
The hour long, the time
gone
The
gift arrives, like the sun.
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