| Take My Wings ~ Leave me behind this wall take sight from my eyes leave me to rustling leaves in an evening breeze leave me alone chilled to the bone this is my place of 'being' matters of life, matter not... matters of love, want not... matters of sight, inward... an outbound soul spirals out of control, lost in sightless seeing left to die believing that words are worth receiving ~ I hear the rustling of leaves my mind perceives all that the heart believes weathered in dreams worn as a cloak I'm down on my knees because I'm broke... [this is my place of 'being'] ~ Take my wings made of shattered dreams try as you may, you cant reach me [you never saw me, never knew me] ~ Rain © cls 2003 |