Harsh
words were not spoken
Contentment
settled within the small
corners
of your being.
“What’s
right for me.”
You called me once.
Spoke
of bonds you had no desire to break.
Your
arm, even in slumber, wound tightly
around
me as if to never let me go.
Cherished heart.
Beloved one.
Touching
as none other had.
Dancing
together even alone in the darkness
to
music only our own hearts could hear.
Yet
you could not be true.
Could not guard that which we had found.
Could not be honest, even at the end.
My
heart in tatters yet still you were not done.
Offered it up as a sacrifice for your own
pleasure.
Betrayed it once again to placate another’s
ire.
False lover, false friend.
Betrayal of my spirit and soul.
Igniter
of anger that seethes still
within
another.
Where
is your honor now?
Where is your spirit’s beauty?
It can not exist until the wrongs become right.
© Copyright Brenda Hager, September 2002
Do not use or reproduce without permission
""When the heart sings and the spirit soars, the music
of life is complete."
bkh - October 99
"Love is the music the heart sings best."
"To bring you laughter each morning and warmth at night...
would bring me joy at all hours." :c)
Please go visit the author of the
beautiful flute music you hear.
Golana'
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