Asynchronous Lives

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Nov 7 2009

Call it a pipe dream if you like

or perhaps and asynchronous life,

I’m still stuck here either way…

It could be a nightmare

In a beautiful sky, that most don’t see

the clouds just linger there…

Hold my hands she said,

as she looked away

and decided to take her own life…

She pulled me in, pulled me under

into a grave that I didn’t quite expect

The sky grew and then the clouds moved

to reveal a patch of grey

Sick and determined to find the truth,

I felt her hands pulled away…so I cry

Why did you go black, when we were right

and all our lives were forever and ever…

It took some time in this life

to finally find, the grave I’d left behind

Your tomb was lost and I was brought

into the arms of pain again

Now I collect and recollect

all the suns that we had shared

And then remember the time we lost

and the pain it cost…and we lost

If our God was so great

why’d he turn and leave us lying there?

Why’d he shoot up high

and leave us low, barely hanging on…