My mistakes walk all over shore lines known as me
Touching on my foolish memories
I long to smile and depart into the sun I see
If only these mistakes
Would let me be
My skies sing counsel into my pulse each day
As I walk in silence to be content
Yet out of the dust my mistakes still stray
Calling out to my heart
In admonishment
Long years from the home where I love to be
Appear now in a haze of smoke
Choking out the vibrance contained in me
As I hide my heart beneath
This silken cloak
What joy could be my own I hear in my skies
Such treasures are upon my shelf
If I would only lift up mine own eyes
My shore would lead me home
As I forgive myself
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 4:00 PM UTC
My mistakes walk all over shore lines known as me
Touching on my foolish memories
I long to smile and depart into the sun I see
If only these mistakes
Would let me be
My skies sing counsel into my pulse each day
As I walk in silence to be content
Yet out of the dust my mistakes still stray
Calling out to my heart
In admonishment
Long years from the home where I love to be
Appear now in a haze of smoke
Choking out the vibrance contained in me
As I hide my heart beneath
This silken cloak
What joy could be my own I hear in my skies
Such treasures are upon my shelf
If I would only lift up mine own eyes
My shore would lead me home
As I forgive myself
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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