August 23, 2006

  • LADY OF MY ACQUAINTANCE


     


    Your voice tells me you are tired


    Of trying to ignore some things.


    Your heart is filled with good desire,


    But trapped, with gilded strings.


     


    Your eyes tell me you are empty,


    Confused and walking all alone.


    You want to live life simply,


    Like you were, when you were home.


     


    Your spirit tells me you’ve been crying,


    And seeing things you don’t want to.


    You are a help and yet you need some.


    That much, I am like you.


     


    Reach out dear one, touch me,


    And know that I love you.


    Together you are always free.


    I’ll do, what I can do.