Erato was
one of the
nine muses
and has become
a voice in my head.
These meagre bits of
writing are the result of her
soft whisperings in my ear.
I'm also going to use this medium
to share my paintings as well.
Enjoy your visit. ^_^
December 9, 2009
Burning Bridges
We could have lived
Unrepaired and broken
Lost in an ancient future
Had words not been spoken
(But a bridge saved
is a bridge unburned)
Pushing through a thickening fog
I leaned to hear the sound
Of a heart that was breaking
And falling madly to the ground
And in this gentle heart I saw
The moments of the past
Of stars that longed to touch the Earth
Of pain that was spreading fast
I turned and saw the bridge we'd built
Was now engulfed in flame
But my heart had since turned to stone
I could but whisper your name
Now in the rubble and charred remains
We stand holding each other's heart
Pulling our song out of the ash
While light spreads over the dark
Copyright © roxannegaebel [12-09-2009]
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