The Ultimate
Capitulation
Is this the ultimate capitulation
The endings now arrived
To lick my wounds in lamentation
And thank the good lord, I survived
In the air, there’s a feeling of freedom
Liberation on everyone’s lips
Ceding is also superseding
The hurt and the pain I have missed
Stepping quietly, avoiding the briars
Dancing in between dandelions
Saluting the Sundays of sunshine
The orchestra of nature’s designs
Lamentations on lips of service
A wrong turn trip or a fall
Readdressed and sent to heaven
Heeding the need for the call
Ticking off tantalisation
One more tempting surprise
Watching the refractions of teardrops
Fall over your cheeks from your eyes
Pleasure is rewarded with penance
How can something so good go so wrong
How long is the eight of infinity
Can you hear the words of my song
We’ll meet at midnight in the garden
And let the whys and wherefores go away
Without that long list, the second we kissed
It is a moment that will always stay
Lamentations blew by the south wind
A chill in the air for a day
Now gone and replaced by sunshine
No reflections of yesterday
©
David Rudder
2014
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