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| The Lion's Roar Making amends To the bue-eyed wonder In a distance between us Imagining the face As he would be here before me Forgiving the things I said I did Burley arms of a gentle bear The blue-eyed bear Quiet and calm to the Outer-world, Then escaping to my cave Roaring like the lion He wishes he could be With all the pride of a king But has no pride to speak of The lonely blue-eyed gentle Spirit Losing my face in the clouds The lioness coddling his neck In comfort He remembers it And so do I as I pace And pace around the cave To find his mane against my Back, coddling my tired body In comfort In forgiveness Imagining it all over again Lost in the clouds All his pride All my securities Are long past gone in the distance Of the roars. The Mirror Walking with and talking with The one i know So well I see him in my own Image in the mirror Over the sink Water running down The drain, ignoring the splash Watching my image Next to him Too long since I've seen his face Forgetting his face Remembering the deep blue eyes In my own Seeing the sadness there The sad blue eyes Of the sea The splash of the water On my hands, the cold sensation Hand to face, the cold sensation Sad blue eyes still staring into The mirror above the sink to Find the one I know So well Walking with him Talking with him Telling him my secrets Seeing my secrets in the mirror Above his sink In his sad blue eyes. tamara shah June 7, 2005 |
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