Moist Rain
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BSRN
September 28, 2007
Tear drop on my finger tip, wipe mascara under my blue eyes, I cry
A mother can hurt, ten years is too long, the warehouse is overflowing
Filled with pent up dreams, raging emotions, boxes of love packed tight
Ribbons fade and the colors now indiscernible, the old man who works
Tires of stacking more away, he is bored of this job, threatens to quit
I smile and walk away, the exhaustion of piling up emotions has taken
It's toll on me, I can't pretend to be stronger
Than all mothers and fathers wrapped up in ONE
Parental package, what circus clown in garrish
Garb can cover the beating of my heart, my heart
Breaks a thousand times (does yours) and the pieces float like confetti
On a windless day, in some empty football stadium (in my soul) and
They left for some party, portraying "family" like weak rag dolls limp
Dishonesty, becomes so bland that strangers might think you invisible
They move further away until you are isolated in this bizarre circle
He created in hate, and one day a clock strikes one, and he falls down
Screaming rank obscenities at no one in particular
Stray dogs still come around if he throws a bit of meat
Howling cats fornicating in the moonlight awaken him
He spits and never cries, crocodile tears never count
There is no room in the warehouse, the fire marshal tells us to "vacate"
This place is a hazard, these millions of boxes may go up in smoke
I never knew the emotions cannot be stored until today, so we are
Evacuating rapidly, ripping off the roof and the hot sun pours in to
Render fresh air, a tender moonbeam at night, and today they say
"It might rain you know" and we welcome that moist rain, like tears...
The streets are cracked and difficult to navigate
The people are cruel in thought, they do not trust
One wonders how miserable they are at night when
They shut out civilization and growl in bed, so angry
One hundred pounds of weight is removed, I float like a gentle piece
Of kite tail high into the West Texas sky, gently lifted higher, to the stars
The velvet night is dark pin cushion black, and we sit side by side where
No one can bother us at all, we are silent (you know) for the emotions are
Flowing deep, deep, and to the deepest place, and then we are smiling
Laughing, talking so fast we cannot hear, the past is gone, left the love
Growing so rapidly like Jack the Beanstalk
Happiness is foreign but feels so sweet tastes
Like honeysuckle fresh from the pasture it grows
Sporadically our love does not, it is untied, free
Walking so many miles we stop here, there is nothing but endless sky
Green deep grass, one or two pieces of clover, we find shade under a
Tree and sit, the tears are endless and stop, how is it either can feel
Guilt for we did not hurt each other, a system forced by a mad man
Separated us like prisoners behind the wall, he became a guard not
The warden for God rights wrongs even before we wave good bye, die
Wake up please, please wake up can you hear me
Don't leave again please, just wake up there is a strong
Pot of coffee brewing, let us sit and talk it out
You owe no one anything but you do owe you a lot
Heaven on earth we are, sitting here free and happy for the first time
I can feel your heart beat each time even a thousand miles away but
Don't you think this is better (face to face) and now the warehouse is
Empty, dismantled, no one can find our feelings but "we who share them"
I thank God for this moment, and all others that will come to pass for we
Know the time is now, I am here (so are you), never to leave again, not I...
There is no greater song sung
No money, no diamond, no prestige
But the love within my heart for you
I love you, do not turn away
Love you...
