SEMI BURNED OUT
Candice James
Copyright 2009
An old semi burned out farmhouse
Yaws, creaks and moans
Remembering tears and smiles.
The sunstreaks glisten on the
Charcoal blue keypad roof.
Embers seem to burn anew,
Dancing on a double bladed sword of love.
And, hearts are breaking all over the world,
Aching to be healed; to be touched again.
The loft that held so many lovers
Gently in her embrace, softens her bosom,
Creaks and sighs, whispering of a warm western wind
Wasted so easily by the careless spendthrift lovers.
Bones and dust,
Remnants of dead wheat,
Lay ravaged by the burn
Of lovers passing through,
And hearts are breaking all over the world,
Aching to be healed; to be touched again.
On the farmhouse wall a movie runs in fast forward:
We see ourselves
Walking along the shoreline
Gazing at the water
Too lost in our inner sanctum,
To ever notice the teardrops in the water.
With the best part of us lost forever,
We are the sinners, seeking the forgiveness
We know we know will never come.
Semi burned out, we are the empty shells we created,
Laying wasted on life’s broken granite beach
And, hearts are breaking all over the world,
Aching to be healed; to be touched again.