On the Air

The shadows of our disparaging past -

Shadows of doubts, mechanically grotesque –

Always racing nightmarish – we will never sleep,

Now have a hold on us - cast us across the marital cease

A burning hope to pray upon disgust – irritating monotony

Never again will we peer into each other’s dreams;

So I must go now, carried away with the ill-wind

Slowly unwrapping my arms that held you close

And leave you waiting as an unaltered bride

The ceremony of your innocence to be forgotten

Love’s light has faded commonly out of sight;

Time for me to fly, but the higher I fly -

The smaller I seem to your un-brokenheart left behind

Reconciliation’s voice alone, a haunting cry -

One eye crying, one eye fading;

Rain comes galloping over the gray hills –

Rides un-romances whirlwind –

And on the air – a heartless goodbye

Hear the love song that I no longer sing to you

Until the time has come to despise;

When I leave and take the ill-wind

And find the dead land that faith will not bring -

Carried there by love’s withering hand

My wish is that the darkest star in the evening sky

Is yours to never find me.

Copyright ã 2006 Tinka Boukes & Dennis O’Bell