champagne1982
Dangerous Liaison
- Joined
- Aug 31, 2002
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So what of this rage that I
rail and rant into the empty
hours here in the dark and lonely
nights when fair is but another
word with meaning not applied
to women who haven't lived enough
cried enough or laughed sufficient
tears to bathe a babe unborn
or mourn a parent too young to pass?
What of a love still waiting
for its time to blossom and grow
amongst the first warm days
of infatuated touchings and eager
kisses not even felt on lips aquiver
with glistening lashes closed over eyes
bright with tears to shed in grief
and regret that rage blots out the day
I could choose to smile with you?
There is no dignity in waiting on time
to either knock or cease to press
opportunity to live a different path.
No power in obeisance to a master
who holds the hour I might spend
in struggle or in joy. Give it back
to me and I will determine all the good
or evil that this life will wright.
rail and rant into the empty
hours here in the dark and lonely
nights when fair is but another
word with meaning not applied
to women who haven't lived enough
cried enough or laughed sufficient
tears to bathe a babe unborn
or mourn a parent too young to pass?
What of a love still waiting
for its time to blossom and grow
amongst the first warm days
of infatuated touchings and eager
kisses not even felt on lips aquiver
with glistening lashes closed over eyes
bright with tears to shed in grief
and regret that rage blots out the day
I could choose to smile with you?
There is no dignity in waiting on time
to either knock or cease to press
opportunity to live a different path.
No power in obeisance to a master
who holds the hour I might spend
in struggle or in joy. Give it back
to me and I will determine all the good
or evil that this life will wright.