They seem to say

They seem to say
Your love would make it better

Not the love of a suburban housewife
That builds her life on what people think
Not the love of a fickle mouse
That runs to another man’s shoulders

Your stand-alone love
Your lighthouse-in-a-storm love that is strong enough
To gather in the wheat by calling to the flocks of birds
For help in days of famine

All of nature trusts you
It feeds on your fire
Your love is inexhaustible
Like a car chase that never ends

Your love is a city of light
With a home for every wounded heart
And even those burning on a stake
Would find peace

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012