Bringing it Back
Together
Bringing it back together
I was bending a bit like a breeze.
Feelings of supplication
Down upon my knees.
Messages are written in ink.
I am reading bibles of redemption.
On the wall and down the hall
Echoes ring for reconciliation.
Buttons and bows and beauty
Bonfires to light the black night
Ripped words of regulation
Be careful. The dog might bite.
I watched you slip like quicksilver.
Through my fingers and out of my life
Resurrected by acts of reaction
She was reincarnated by strife.
Rippling of lines on the water
Silver snakes in the slippery morass
Hands are strands there for clutching.
At thin air for nothing, alas.
Pictures, paintings, and photographs
Monograms of history
Mixed up with minds of madness
And motifs of mystery.
One then turned into two.
Two danced the dirges of death.
Caught in a coy cataclysm
They are bursting the surface for breath.
©
David Rudder
2022
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