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As I stare into the shadows of my soul

I see the cuts, crisp and deep

each has a name

each bleeds in their own way

Perhaps angst of love

some say

the scars never will heal



Nightwinds sing out

a familiar ring

moonlight hides just beyond

the clouds

pearlescents transmit a calling

serves to shroud

as if the stars themselves

can feel memories pain



For love’s done more

than brush against the soul

knew not before

taken with time

it had to go

and even the birds

in the trees

listen as I pray

on my knees

for a better day,

an end to endless nights

to come from above

with just a gentle breeze

no more scars

no more love

Lord please



And somehow

know now

I will not be forsaken

all that could be took

has all been taken

best of me is gone

rest of me won’t be long

felt loves rage

time now to turn the page

close the book

with one last look

still paying the price

of loves expensive wage.



Copyright ©2001 Dennis Hicks