Whispers fall around my hair while
Memories beat uncompared.
Your taste and touch I feel again
Upon my lips, along my skin.
You are everywhere I am
My hair, my face, my soul, my hands.
Our lives are woven, intertwined
With long, long years whose pain combined
To lovers blind and love's fire paled
By tears of two hearts' ailed.
The hills and wooded cliffs will carry
The echo sung throughout the valley
Verdant, growing, thick with life.
My heart has held this lovers' song
When years were dark and nights were long.
I'll sing again its murmur sweet
To one who knows and can repeat.
Then mountains standing years untold,
A playground for her children,
Will watch us run and laugh and sing
The trees and rocks will be our friends
With waters cool to bathe our souls
And milky skies for dreaming.
Sweetest embers, smolder still.
Drink in our breath to burn your flame
And warm two lovers home again.
By mountains still under stars from heaven
And freshest air and water given.
With God's own earth to be our bed
Behold, dancing flames of love resurrected.
Little Girl
Little girl in a world so beyond her years
They can't hold the weight of knowledge
A forty seasoned soul endures.
Left alone by people worshipping their own demise
Vociferating high ideals, we look so good in our own eyes.
Touting banner words like freedom while sacrificing innocence,
Little girl needs an angel, cause grown folk prefer politics.
Fight for power, fight for glory,
Fight for rights we've reified.
While words we speak, philosophizing,
Little girl, she broke and died.
Early Fathers spoke this nation
Into being, "under God"
Debating meaning, screw the children
Little girl, she broke and died.
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