Friday, February 15, 2013

Grace





Beneath the speck of sacred dust,
I drew closer
to find a path folded between time and space
Gentle as a breeze,
not making a sound
I drifted for nine years and a day,
blind as I may
To see my faith, thought I had kill it,
played me a thin game

I had found Grace

I had followed her shadow,
to find her dancing in empty space
With leaves of gold falling all around,
she kept dancing, unflagging her arms
Bless the innocence; the clouds didn't dare to shift in her sky

Yes, I had found Grace

My bones stopped aching at the sight;
but my heart couldn't stop but cry
It's been a long time my child, 
I had failed to read the paleness on your skin
Miserable I was, as you stared dead right into me
I had lost myself, my dear,
tell me why did you lie to me?
Yet so, I didn’t doubt the thought--I thought you were mistaken
Someday, I knew, I would find you

There she was, my Grace,
dancing to the rhythm of silence  
I am deaf and I’m poor,
but child you’re as happy as you could be
I could cut myself open and tear my old soul for you 
But you would take no notice,
for your eyes don’t want to see me  
You won’t defend the devil you saw unbroken in me

Let pass an eternity,
I would fill my lungs with the air you softly brush
I would desert my all and kill every urge to take you back 
Home now reminds me of nothing 
but the distasteful smell of ashes in the rain
You have carried me from a different time,
to discover the greatest treasure of living
But the most heartbreaking thing of all, my little Grace,
is that you have not known anything of me.