Mine

I had seen death
when it flew upon broken wings.

It came from within a storm
of shattered dreams.

With lust in its mouth
and blood upon its face.

It seized upon my fearless heart;
an unprotected place

born in purer times
and living in a place of trust.

We never see when love has died
until it turns to dust.

It tastes like dirt and ashes in the mouth;
a familiar place.

One I have begged for in many borrowed times.
An unforgotten space

of time and mind and oft neglected lives
that never felt true.

I will live and I will die
but never once for you.

So give me love
so that I may live for such a narrow time,

for all I have and all I give
was never really mine.

© 2015 Stephen Boothe

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Fifty plus year old Network engineer, father, grandfather, webmaster, graphic designer, guitar/bass player, yogi from Texas. View all posts by txyogi

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