There is darkness all around
and not a sound to be heard
I sit here all alone
and think about the good times that we shared
You haunt me in my dreams
You remain forever in my thoughts
When I needed someone to talk to
you were there to listen
When I needed to be held
you were there to hold me
Its been so long
and I miss your touch
There will never be another I love as much
I let you inside
I gave you my heart
I gave you my soul
I felt more for you than you will ever know
You told me you loved me
but I couldn't say the same
I know how much I hurt you
I could always feel your pain
I close my eyes
and see your smiling face
No man I've ever been with
could ever take your place
You touched me in places no one else had
You made me feel pleasures
I had only imagined
I ran from your love
and left you stranded and alone
I did so many things to hurt you
but still you stayed
I wanted it to be over
but you never strayed
Was it the way that I looked at you?
The way that I loved you?
Or was it just the tone of my voice
when I spoke to you?
I guess I'll never know
Although we're not together
we'll never be apart
I'll never love again,
its something I promised my heart
by: Lisa RoyThe dipper, small dust-colored bird with robin
feet, walks on the stream bed
enclosed in its nimbus of silver
air, miraculous bubble, a non-miracle.
Who could have thought it? We think it now,
and liverwort on a dead log, earthstar,
hand, finger by finger.
For you, at last, I'd like to makenor goddess, not between, beyond
them; pinch it from dough,
bake it in the oven, a stone in its belly.
Stones lined up on the windowsill,
picked off some beach or other for being holy.
The hookwork, in the eye of
the universe, which is the unsteady gaze
of eternity maybe, is beloved. How could it not be,
living so blessed, in its ordained red meadows
of blood where it waves like a seaweed?
Praise be, it sings with its dracula mouth.
Praise be.
Written by: Margret Atwood