And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
I await your arrival
bring your palette and brushes
I lay my heart out for you to take
naked to the world
vulnerable
exposed
at your mercy
yours to take
I beg you to be gentle
Yet I fear you will rip it apart
Are you worth this risk
You have hurt before
Will you hurt again
Should I walk away
Should I stay for the rapture
the pounding heart
when I caress your breast
you bring me joy
then
then you leave me broken
do you love this time
am I still just your toy
should I walk away
is it now too late
When I was a kid I watched Viet Nam unfold to the voice of Walter Cronkite. I wondered if they would be listing me in the daily death toll when I grew up. I never flinched. I watched Gulf I and II, never flinched. Saw Columbine, Oklahoma City, 911, plane crashes, countless wars, disasters, murders, rampages, witnessed death by fire first hand and countless other tragedies but nothing ever got to me. I didn't let it.
It's a cold blustery day today. I was going through old pics when
I came across this. It was taken on a beautiful warm sunny summer day.
I feel warmer now, hope you do too. :)