Adam Harper
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"A Grain of Sand"
Am I holding on To something that's dead? Is this all from my heart, Or all in my head? Is the scarring of flesh Against the blade of time Really the place To make all this align? In from my center Stretching out through my hand... I miss your sweet face Over all in this land. What I would give To turn back the clock To have swam in the memories Where we kept with the flock, But like so many sheep We wantingly stray, Searching all through the night, Wandering all through the day. It's a vortex it seems That we found our way to.. And to keep you from harm I kept me from you... I've stared in the abyss Too many times it may seem... Is this all waking life? Or is this a dream? Why is it I see you In and out through the fog? Will you wait by the gate For this feral old dog? Why is it with death There's a promise of new? Could I give it all back For one second with you? Just long enough To say all thats unsaid... That you are here in my heart And you're here in my head... What if I'd been there When you were found at your end? Could I have fought against death To save a dear friend? Could I have made a bargain... It's between here and naught... In a sea of these questions I find myself caught... Once again all the tears Will soon fill my eyes As I brave a new day In this empire of lies... Whom do I blame? With whom is my fight? Do I war against day? Do I war against night? Do I just keep on walking While hoping you see All the things that I do For you...and for me... When will I finally Feel I've atoned... So my spirit can rest And I can go home... In the deep endless river That runs through my soul Are memories of a woman I can never make whole... It's just in my dreams Where I can still see your face... But when I awaken I must keep running my race... If access was granted For just one more day I would hold you until The winds blew you away... Till all that was left Was just one grain of sand... And they would find me years later With it still in my hand... They say it's a gamble Between heaven or grave And it's the scars that we get That soon make us brave And it's in falling down That we learn how to stand... Or how a life can be measured By just one grain of sand.
By Adam Harperabout a year ago in Poets