The Hermit
Another day swallowed by the sand of time,
Another night ever restless and bleak,
Your shadow looms in my closing eyes,
I’ll leave the door ajar, show yourself in,
To call or fold is really the question,
“A betting man I’ve been so why change now” I pondered.
The wise man, or the fool, who would you prefer tonight?
I think you’ll get the hermit, but figured I’d ask,
I’ll call this shell a home soon,
Hands wrung dry, the panicked energy seeps from me,
I could fill an ocean, but I’ll settle for this crystal.
You told me it would help me let go,
I knew it never could, but still I tried,
“Consume my mind, and soul please” I begged,
Show me something new, something novel,
A release not found in the softness of her skin,
In the passion of her lips.
Don’t leave me here,
Show me what I don’t see,
Help me dream of something more,
Help me find the clock I never heard chime,
The times I saw out the door,
The life I let slip by.