I can nearly hear your soul
It rumbles like a storm.
I feel it when we collide
It batters me like a hurricane,
Meeting the shore.
You move so quickly that I stumble,
Buffered by the wind you stir up.
No part of you is made from solid ground
You're an intangible being, like the sky.
I pray for a sign, a miracle,
Something to help me handle you.
Yet over and over I return
The helpless child drawn to the flame
Reaching toward familiar fire
Only to feel the same old burn, and shame.
There is no lesson to be learned
It is no life,
But it is mine.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
I can nearly hear your soul
It rumbles like a storm.
I feel it when we collide
It batters me like a hurricane,
Meeting the shore.
You move so quickly that I stumble,
Buffered by the wind you stir up.
No part of you is made from solid ground
You're an intangible being, like the sky.
I pray for a sign, a miracle,
Something to help me handle you.
Yet over and over I return
The helpless child drawn to the flame
Reaching toward familiar fire
Only to feel the same old burn, and shame.
There is no lesson to be learned
It is no life,
But it is mine.
