Incomplete
Today I am the heavy heart the strongest men can't lift
Tomorrow I'm the ocean tide upon the shifting sands
This morning I'm the gentle stroke against your hair
Tonight I am the cracking voice and shaking hands
This moment is a feeling that art could never capture
This moment is a painting only blind men see
It is the fading strum and off-beat tempo only I can hear
And the understanding spirit only I can ever be
Is your heart a swelling cushion there for me to rest
Or a frosty shackled piece within a looming barricade
Will you inject me with the venomous lie
You'll walk into my burning soul content and unafraid
Today I am your frightened doe alone among the flowers
Tomorrow I'm a broken promise in pieces at your feet
Last night I was a novel with an ending I detest
But in this moment I'm but a poem incomplete
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2015
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