I follow thee

by Teria   Sep 14, 2011

The grass as it grows,
The trees as they smell,
Bring a smile to faces
With stories to tell.
Swinging the swing,
Batting the ball,
Riding the bike,
Jumping leaves in the fall.

But darkness bestows
A much saddened heart
For you're stuck in a rut
With nowhere to go.
But that's how it goes
When you let it burn out
The light in your hand
Defies all your doubt

My friend, my lover,
My keeper, my soul
My storyteller, my heart
What makes me whole
You hold my hand
Through the toughest of these,
For when the wind blows
It pushes my leaves.
No jumping for me,
And sadness returns
But you comfort me
So my flame doesn't burn
And the light flickers free,
Showing me home...
I follow Thee.


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  • 6 years ago

    by A lonely soul

    So sad, and so beautiful. Words that sketch a story, lost with time. I have not read the rest of your voluminous collection, but I can imagine what it would be like.