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Breaking Point

Where is the warmth that we used to feel,
has Father Time come for it to steal
those moments when we’re wrapped in love
watching the stars burning above?
Are we at the point of breaking,
with hearts already aching?
Can we still repair the aches and pains
bring back the love even if it rains
on our dream that we’ve built on shifting sands
muddying the future until it no longer stands
safe and sound amid the stormy days
that seem to come in different ways.
If only we could stop a moment and see
how our silence has created this enormous sea
in between us that is keeping us apart
leaving us with empty beds and an aching heart.

-The Elusive Scribe 112113-

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Rebirth

sinking slowly in troubled waters,
soft current tugging persistently
on hands muddied by the sins of yesterday,
softening hardened heart until clean
washing away scars left by falling crystal tears
renew this soul as it takes a fall
into your cold, cold embrace
strip away the aches and pains
with your scalding iciness that burns
leave nothing but innocence lost
and give birth to a new soul.

-The Elusive Scribe 101013-