If my trial has ended,
why do your stones still lay at my feet?
My deepest wounds will never heal until their forgotten.
No, always they fester, they ache,
like my broken heart which is bled to near death,
over and over, as I lay in this cold dark place alone.
I had to run from the pitchforks and torches.
Chased away, like a monster…
who once held the hand of a princess.
I still look for her in the moon,
wish for her in my dreams.
Come to me again my love in pardon,
or come to finish me off instead.
Somedays can be really tough, I know, I have them too. Trust me, hang in there. No matter how dark the fog can get just keep going because when it clears, you’ll see that you weren’t alone and together we’ll all find our way. – Ash
A hill where a mermaid danced,
lay marked by a single stone.
Tales left to imagine,
on the night’s when the harbour’s alone.
The land once rose above her,
to be the brand new sky.
She screams from beneath the ocean,
but no one hears her cry.
Come dance again dear lady,
I feel your song, a boy.
Help me free your spirit,
from this fishermen’s lullaby.
Grant me that yesterday tomorrow.
I want to run again in November rain.
Taste once more, those raindrops.
Pinch me because I’m alive.
Let me feel it to the bone,
I wore the fog home.
over drenched catch laid in blood,
but that day, no matter.
T’was Mother Nature’s chore.
All backdrops to my soul
My lungs, they catch up,
though heartbeats have no pace.
One listen to the ocean,
one breath to the shore.
I can tell its home.