Passions

I watch the bayous run, so swift and deep,
No time to ponder life or destiny
Or dreams laid bare in uncertainties keep
Undone, undreamt in false finality
I know the ripples flow, spilling fast, free,
But cannot seem to ebb this fading tide
Nor can I find amid ruined debris
Again the passions that once lived inside

I fear the shadows' call and how they creep
To thoughts now clothed in sweet fragility
Or cloaked in remnants torn from restless sleep
Dusted with doubt and grief's insanity
I taste the bitter mists, acidity
Spewed upon tongue, words unspoken, untried,
And stilled... and I mourn that they cannot be
Again the passions that once lived inside

I touch a fleeting sigh, my pulses leap
In electric rhythm, pounding, beating fiercely
Within a sorrowed heart that could not weep
Its bloody tears, growing wan and weary
I see the blinding truths, so completely
Stunned I stumble... lies, honesty, collide,
Explode, and there, there I begin to see
Again the passions that once lived inside

I watch the bayous rise, rushing sweetly
Cleansing, overflowing with tears I cried
I breathe and know... inhaling within me
Again the passions that once lived inside

© mdbadgerow 2008