Holding broken pieces of past in the palms of my outstretched hands Reasons evade me I sit here struggling to understand The edges dig deep Causing tender skin to seep scarlet drops Taking Tylenol to pummel pain until it finally stops I'm ready to give up life and dive headfirst into my grave It is difficult for me but I must admit my soul is far too gone to save The devil stole it from my bones and doesn't plan on giving it back Without it polished surface falters and slowly begins to crack
Every bend of a mountain stream Has an inlet somewhere, A little warm corner where the Currents churn slow And soft Across the water worn rocks.
And notice how the river's things Quick darting fish and splintered Sticks all come to rest For a moment in the rhythm of this Gently swirling space That gives freely of her embrace Before everything goes drifting on and On to where it is supposed to go Waterways to the raging sea And beyond.
And I am an inlet.
I do not know how to turn cold and Resist each time Love comes close. No, I reach out to gather and to hold.
But yet, it is always only passing Through and like the gentle bend of a Mountain river, I must let go.
So it is Every time I find myself alone.
Sitting by the banks of a Rushing river Listening to the whisper of the water That sounds like
Everyone I know goes away In the end. -Johnnie Cash
Let’s plant this kiss and bring forth fruit our lips entwining with tongue-like root Let’s water this kiss with tears we cry over trees of life lest they wither dry Let’s bury this kiss beneath our eyes our last taste of sun before light dies