Could you take this broken heart
this funeral beat, this withered soul
and take it back there to the start
to love again and make it whole.
Could you take these doleful eyes
of faded green, once emerald bright
and bring them up to meet with yours
to fill them with your loving light.
Could you love me in this moment
disregard my broken bones
shattered by another's longing
take my hand and lead me home.
If you could, not everlasting,
for a second, suspend time
would you press into my darkness
to place your healing hand in mine.
This I ask with humbled chorus
not for better, nor for worse,
the love you give it will not linger
let your blessing be my curse.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
Could you take this broken heart
this funeral beat, this withered soul
and take it back there to the start
to love again and make it whole.
Could you take these doleful eyes
of faded green, once emerald bright
and bring them up to meet with yours
to fill them with your loving light.
Could you love me in this moment
disregard my broken bones
shattered by another's longing
take my hand and lead me home.
If you could, not everlasting,
for a second, suspend time
would you press into my darkness
to place your healing hand in mine.
This I ask with humbled chorus
not for better, nor for worse,
the love you give it will not linger
let your blessing be my curse.
Request permission to use this poem