A Grain of Time

Wrap your barbed wired soul around my heart,

And infest my body like the cold winds of winter

In these sands of time, I wait to sacrifice myself

One grain is the eternity that my skin shrivels in

It is the time where I think what if and great oaks are born in

Reaching for the birds that are flying by

With whispers of their profound goodbyes

That moment stretches out, as the water in the rock dries

Still, as the clouds float by I wait for you to cut my strings

And maybe I’m too busy being yours to be anything else

And think to cut these strings for myself

Or is it the fear of the freedom I long for

That makes me cling and swim through my sea of denial

Knowing that only I can grant the freedom to fly

I watch as you listen to me rant out my pains

Aching for the relief that could be flowing through my veins

Is that a look of hatred or of love painted across your face?

It is, hard to see through a thick foggy curtain of lace

You say to trust my confines are for my own good

That one day I’ll see what you did for me

And place my trust in you I would if I could.

But how can I see one day when I cannot see this minute?

And the end of one second is impossible to see

We are merely an ocean in a drop of rain falling through space

Time is of no consequence when measured against your heart

Yet it is the time where I think what if and great oaks are born in

What if I had never tasted the sweet nectar of oblivion

And you and I had never met.