brian thomas madden
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Ireland (between an ocean and
I rode a black swan from the cold dark north,
across a lifeless Atlantic stream.
I touched down on your shore,
less than half the man from your memories.
Of your grand day dreams I could not compete
as I fell from my feet, crushed beneath the weight
of expectations and emotions I could not yet conjure.
Ten years rebuild and torn asunder,
in an ever ending cycle.
We collapsed from the to and fro,
exhausted and unsure of footing
I would reach to touch and hesitate
for fear my hand was pushed away.
Is this a love my heart can not house?
Is this dream too potent to be real?
Now the waves crash against our shores,
whipping my back; taken the brunt to protect yours.
Black waters reach for me and I have no choice but to comply.
There in the depths I am lost, dragged beneath your undertow.
Waves of salted tears strangle my lungs and silence screams.
As I sink I wonder if I were to drown in you
would my last breath be a sacrifice worthy of your grace?
[This message has been edited by brian thomas madden (07-09-2010 07:24 AM).]