Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Lion Grass

Your ever-soaring, roaring wings
Can't hide the bitter pain within...
I've been peering deep inside
Counter-weighing loss and win
I sort through many bloody thorn
Searching past for origin
Boys that cry and babies born
I reach beyond where scars begin
I run my fingers on the pane
Feel the spiderwebbing dreams
I run my fingers on the pain
And feel the stinging, burning seams
Where do seeds grow lion grass?
Fix my shattered looking glass
When do scars imprint their shame?
Lets go back and change my name
How beautiful the shattered glass; 
The colors dance off silver lines
The cracks are roads; lets travel back 
And find the roots of ancient vines
 Chest deep in wandering, pondering, thinking
In your ocean I am sinking