And can we trust the words of healing yet?
You at your couch's end and i on mine.
Earnest spoken, hand in hand and time,
Who's vision i once held but never met.
Apologies for strident burning words.
Phone calls that ended. Dying. Strangers. Hate.
And shall a trust befriend a gift of fate.
The half-lit rainbow beckons timid birds.
i put away my weeping, my black eyes
No longer the mascara daily smears.
i put away the weeping and the tears
Of daily lonely sufferings and sighs.
And shall this box be opened yet again?
A heart that's once laid barren is estopped.
A love that once lay open is a knot
That words of healing pry fore'er in vain.
