Aug 2013
What would you say if I asked you to run away,
from all of this?
Would you think I'm crazy or something amiss?
Come with me run with me have fun and play, okay?
We could just pack up and leave the big town in
our dust!
You with your stuff me with mine, we'll be fine,
and yes we can pack some clothes and
other things too,
you know that quote "to thine own self
be true."
How can we be truer than true, than me with you?
I watch you create from as close as I can,
but getting it together, is it part of the Masters' plan?
I mean...we have been two for so many years and
you have insomnia and fears and anxieties, but
each one I have caught in a jar, and released into
the wild, where it can no longer do no harm.
So let us find some place wild and you will be free
to be who you really are with no need to wear that
mask you wear for morning or noon or night,
or when some one calls, and you decide to talk instead
of not answering, and then you pay the price
as the call was not free after all, your insides front
the toll.
Or a chance meeting exacts an exchange rate that
you can not afford.
And when each day exhausts you and can't
unwind
but in the bed we find you staring and reading
until
your eyes finally close and then the day
escapes
through your skin, "every doubt, every mistake,"
every band you use to hold it all in, snaps!
at once and over and over again.
Some times it takes minutes and others nights
it is hours, even if you have had a shower to wash
your misgivings down the drain, yet the strain
claws at you until you give in give up and rest.
It draws no blood and leaves no scars,
so no one can see the battle from far
away
but that is where you want them to stay
but not really,
they can come close if they understand
and don't demand,
just let you be "as this too shall pass,"
my gentle damsel, my gentle lass.
Run in your white nightgown through
the meadow of flowers bright and I
will stand guard by your side, this and
every night.
Till daylight.
Even when you can't stop.
©DWE082013
from all of this?
Would you think I'm crazy or something amiss?
Come with me run with me have fun and play, okay?
We could just pack up and leave the big town in
our dust!
You with your stuff me with mine, we'll be fine,
and yes we can pack some clothes and
other things too,
you know that quote "to thine own self
be true."
How can we be truer than true, than me with you?
I watch you create from as close as I can,
but getting it together, is it part of the Masters' plan?
I mean...we have been two for so many years and
you have insomnia and fears and anxieties, but
each one I have caught in a jar, and released into
the wild, where it can no longer do no harm.
So let us find some place wild and you will be free
to be who you really are with no need to wear that
mask you wear for morning or noon or night,
or when some one calls, and you decide to talk instead
of not answering, and then you pay the price
as the call was not free after all, your insides front
the toll.
Or a chance meeting exacts an exchange rate that
you can not afford.
And when each day exhausts you and can't
unwind
but in the bed we find you staring and reading
until
your eyes finally close and then the day
escapes
through your skin, "every doubt, every mistake,"
every band you use to hold it all in, snaps!
at once and over and over again.
Some times it takes minutes and others nights
it is hours, even if you have had a shower to wash
your misgivings down the drain, yet the strain
claws at you until you give in give up and rest.
It draws no blood and leaves no scars,
so no one can see the battle from far
away
but that is where you want them to stay
but not really,
they can come close if they understand
and don't demand,
just let you be "as this too shall pass,"
my gentle damsel, my gentle lass.
Run in your white nightgown through
the meadow of flowers bright and I
will stand guard by your side, this and
every night.
Till daylight.
Even when you can't stop.
©DWE082013
You know what to do.
