Grace: a trait not often associated with me.
Tis a name I have grown to love,
But a woman, a life I will never know.
My history is incomplete--missing
and I try to fill that vacant piece through stories and photographs.
Still, I would give anything to hear your laugh.
There is this whole time, this whole family,
but I was just a baby.
I've spent forever wishing to be a part of the days they held so dear,
and wondering how things would be if you were still here.
I see how much it hurts them that you are gone.
They truly miss the days of the swan.
We sit and laugh as they grace me with tales of the past--
the family and lives they once had.
I hope I would have made you proud
Sometimes I pray to you just so loud.
I know you are there guiding us all
So please, when we fall,
help us back to grace
with one last embrace.
When the Devil and the Angel dance,
the world doesn't stand a chance.
They waltz and move, each step more graceful than the last.
There was a powerful beauty in the red and white contrast.
His hand grasped her waist,
and he watched the heavenly way her body moved--but the Devil made a mistake.
He looked up from her body and into her face.
At that moment, Heaven, Earth, and Hell collided and crashed,
the brightest lightening flashed.
He looked into her eyes--the lightest shade of brown,
and he was no longer damned to Hell.
To the devil he once was, he said farewell.
The Angel, the way she danced just for him--so peaceful.
The Devil fell in love with the Angel,
During the dance that neither Heaven nor Hell would ever forget.
You walk around
Like you own this town.
With that rebellious look in your eye
and your cap turned to the side.
With a cigar on your lips and a bottle in your hand,
you want to be the man.
You once told me it was all an act.
I think you just wanted to see how I'd react.
But I knew all alone it wasn't true.
The person you show the world just isn't you.
What you've never figured out was that I didn't even like that him.
I saw what was within.
That's who I wanted.
That's why I'm haunted.
That's who I can't get over.
Violent, relentless, murderous destroyer.
You sweep so many prisoners into your wrath.
Yet you shimmer and rock and sway us to sleep.
You destroy all that rests in your path.
But our secrets you keep.
When angered, we are swallowed by your wake.
When calm, you can lull any heartache.
How tempermental you can be--
I am left in awe of your beauty.
Divine, mysterious, majestic lover--the sea.