In Lives Before
In lives before you were so kind.
I swore I'd try to make you mine,
but more have passed without you near.
Your voice I have so longed to hear.
Each day at eight I ride the train
and wait for love, often in vain.
Now who should walk into my view?
A new and different kind of you.
You smile and say "I'm late today,
can you please help me find my way?"
I offer aid but then I hide,
remembering all the lives I've cried.
Even though my love is small,
it held you in your graceful fall.
With each kind act I hope you see
that you are discovering me.
When this existence is all gone it sings its once familiar song. Born again close to your sound, I am in heaven on the ground.
- July 26, 2014. © All rights reserved -
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