The decadent mind can fathom An imaginary sun painting a summer's day Where each soft, dew-stricken petal's a gem In a so basically simple and natural way A smothering anguish passes overhead In a rolling vapor of white and gray Yet the silvery water's that strengthen the need Cleanse the arms holding grace today
Part II
The steeds of the lonely
Cleave the ground under hoof
And the dew-stricken petal is homely
In the darkness beneath the star's movement
My light in the sky is blinding
Wrapped in a blanket of gray mist
And tucked inside a candied-apple dream
It is my embrace of grace that I dearly miss
Part III
Where are you? The rose thorn I've broken
- lost in a courtyard field
- in the sand of a castle moat short
Where are you? The binding device for a heart wounded
- sailing away on a sea
- a peaceful mind guided in a shining light
Winds once biting now smiling down
Through a blizzard of snow, and a darkness not shown
Though I felt your need for me for what is true
I knew there was nothing left to hold you
Will I witness a setting sun? An innocent light slips away
- through the murky shadows
- of storm laden clouds on high
Will I wish it true? My prayers actually listened to - slipping away
- left alone in darkness
- nothing to embrace, nothing to miss
In a meadow after my life, sided by mountains
That bear down and hold me to a frown
Under a single sky, remembering the angel of death's face
I cannot wish for paradise, but to once more hold grace
Copyright 1995, Stephen W. Cote and The Writer's Gallery.
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