Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 16:42:27 GMT
[This is a devotional poem for Baldr that I'm looking to include in my collection.]
he is the air i breathe in
too quick, too slow,
the monotone voice
that drags me to sleep
when nothing else will
i could strip the flesh
from my weary bones
again and again
if it meant my heart
could be closer to his
sunlight pierces my eyes
whenever i look him
straight in the face,
whenever i reach for him
in the dark
but when i mean to find him
he vanishes quicker than the moon
on a cloudy night,
runs through my fingers
like sand
and it's not enough
to remember when he was near
he is the air i breathe in
too quick, too slow,
the monotone voice
that drags me to sleep
when nothing else will
i could strip the flesh
from my weary bones
again and again
if it meant my heart
could be closer to his
sunlight pierces my eyes
whenever i look him
straight in the face,
whenever i reach for him
in the dark
but when i mean to find him
he vanishes quicker than the moon
on a cloudy night,
runs through my fingers
like sand
and it's not enough
to remember when he was near