In the midst of a land, I stand alone
The fog is thick, the sun rises to it’s throne
My arms are held out in the distance
I scream for someone to recognize my existence
My head is held back, as I look to the sky
My eyes are closed tightly, I dare not cry
My voice does shutter, in the howl of the air
I am curious to know.. is anyone out there?
My body is cold and damp from the mist
It’s been too long since I have been kissed.
My feet are soiled from natures ground
Where I wonder will love abound
My being is hungry for nourishment
My heart is craving contentment
I am depleted, I have exhausted every attempt
I’d cry like the rain but my tears have all been spent
I know there are others in this land I am in
Why then do my eyes see only my skin
I know there are voices but I can not hear
Where are the lonely who know what I fear
It stands to reason, that time is what holds my heart
Been such a great friend to me ,you never depart
If I was clothed in a garment, it would be made of red
If I could lay in rose petal filled bed
If I for a moment could have just one wish be fulfilled
I’d wish for time to stand slowly still
For I fear that age will creep upon my smile
And you will find someone younger with vibrant style
I will be here in the midst of this field, lonely forever
And to death at some point I must yield.
I hear the wind as it gently sings to me
I wonder what song you breathe and what key
I stand here alone with my arms opened wide
Screaming to the clouds.. do let him pass me by.
I pray to my God for just one chance
To live in your arms and with you to dance
Come take away my loneliness, come erase my fear
I have waited so long for you to appear.
Slowly I tire at the days feeble end
And now I will sleep with my dreams, my best friend
Tomorrow I will awaken, with the same task at hand
To survive without you to hold me and there I will stand
I will scream to sky and I will hold back my tears
I will attempt to face lonely with all of its fears.
I will hope for the sun to warm my cold being
I will search for the hope that love will be freeing.
For now I will sleep in bed made of thorns
I will dream of an island where our love is not scorned.
Goodnight for now, love of mine
Hold on to faith hold on to time.
Laura