there was a time

before, the sun got to bright,
when I could focus on thee,
my heart was young an free,
I found myself slipping the knots,
that tried to tie me to the steel,
when my fingers were to numb to feel,
I did not fear the darkness,
I kept falling further and further below,
I did not fear the undertow...

I would awake,
from broken dreams,
leaving me not seeing things to come clearly,
blaming the spies I would catch hiding in the fine lines..

Then I would find myself up in a tree,
climbing to high,
thinking the higher I climbed the more free I would become,
yet I would never get higher than the water I originally climbed from...

Until the day I believed nothing could get into my way..
It was a turn in the tide,
I saw lovers cry when they reached the great line,
where love would die of old age,
leaving them to hurt inside...

I blame it on the days,
they continue,
even when we hurt inside and want to die...

I have seen the tale or the tail of death,
it is frail yet arcane,
Leaving many waking up thinking what they saw was a bad dream..

It is still you I defend... In either case, I am still growing tired with each day that passes...

a reply to: Bicent76

I hear this song when I read your thread.

A time long gone.
it makes me stare further down the line many do not see,
they are tired from long times ago, missing their echoes of the end long ago,
I find myself awake fighting myself alone staring at you long gone over and over the same face,
I keep waiting to see if your on my side..

I seem to always find myself fighting the waves of an iron sea....

I see you staring at me...