Too Bad/Too Late

I will return to where I left you

And in your place find my regret;

I stepped aside to let you

Fight your battle,

And ran away

Because I was afraid

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And now but cold ground’s quiet whispers

Speak unintelligible words,

And rain before my eyes

Paints pictures

Of your heart

Getting mixed with dirt;

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I’ll stand and watch, I’ll stand and listen,

I’ll stand and wonder, how on Earth

My weakness

Could have forced me to abandon

Someone I loved

At their monsters’ mercy;

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Now I will never know for certain

If you have lost or you have won;

I won’t have witnessed

The despair, joy and courage,

With which, I’m wanting to believe,

You fought;

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I will come back to where we parted

When I am wise, and strong, and brave;

Too bad –

If that’s ever to happen,

To save us both

It will be much too late

The Drought

To N. D. R.

Don’t be afraid, you will forget me;

This feeling, by name invoked,

Will wither gradually as distance separates us;

In a succession of white days of drought,

Time will turn into dust the soil,

And into ash the leaves;

/

You will not think of me forever

With the same yearning as today;

When you still saw but couldn’t reach me,

My image growing smaller, features blurring,

Until, frustrated and surprised, you realized

You hardly knew my face;

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Don’t feel ashamed to let the strings,

Which still tie you to me,

Break, as all things do,

Or to agree with friends, who tell you

That I was nothing special –

It is absolutely true;

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You can replace me with another,

My spark is not the only light;

Don’t be afraid, you will forget me

When the new spring’s rains feed

The seeds

Of all new life

At the Station

I have to go –

The air outside is getting cold and lonely;

I hear the call

Of somewhere ineffably remote; the doors of glass

Have closed

/

What you may have to say

No longer matters – I’ve unlearned to listen,

To speak, to touch, to love, to hope

To miss this that I never held but an illusion of,

Fragile and fleeting

/

The train

Is quickly gaining speed, like fire

Flying,

Flying,

Flying;

/

Snow flakes –

My tiny frozen dreams – are falling lower

Down,

Down,

Down

/

I will not see them

Settle on the barren winter ground; watch them

For me, while I am gone,

Gone,

Gone

Bury Me Deep

Bury me,

And bury me deep,

Under the tallest of mountains,

Under the vastest of seas,

The deadliest of blows,

The most hurtful of insults;

/

Bury me

Under your lies,

Your fear, ill-masked with indifference,

Under a million of smiles,

Which turn into snakes

Sliding down from your lips

/

Bury me deep,

Where you think

None would be able to find me,

Somewhere light doesn’t exist,

A place like your heart, where

Truth is merely a word

/

Bury me deep,

So you know

I’m not as fragile as my bones,

Nor as easily bruised as my skin,

Nor as quiet and tame as

The sound of my voice

/

Bury me deep,

For my heart

Beats at the top of the world

In the hands of a wrathful goddess,

To whom I entrusted it,

Dying of cold

/

You could bury me,

Bury me deep,

But my heart at the top of the world

Would forever continue to call

Me from the darkest of corners

Of the Earth –

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