Can you hear her crying late at night? Over the loud music, I hear her tears You and I watch as she carries her pain Nothing we do can change the beat of time Tomorrow, the clouds remain dark, full of tears Down the rabbit hole, the music has a merry beat Over the river, sits the King on his throne Waiting to greet new visitors to carry their tears Evening starlight removes her pain Never again, would her tears last through the night… ©AnitaDawes2022
Look to the Horizon
Black night when souls Fall beyond the horizon Chains crash like dark waves Against the shore Birds, pecking on glass Glass breaking Flesh torn Pierced through to the heart Is this the sound of war? The sound of sorrow? Hot tears like desert rain Taking life back to where it came Human dust fills the air Life is futile Time consists of silence The living weep All in vain… ©AnitaDawes2022
What do you see # 63 – January 4, 21
( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows the sun setting over the horizon, and in the foreground, you can see rail tracks)
I sit beneath the red light of a dying day
Waiting for the next train to take me away
from the tears shed in this town
The gentle sound of water
Soothing my broken heart
He said he loved me while loving another
I cannot be an extra string to his bow
One more notch on his bed post
I need to be someone’s one and only…
© anita dawes 2021
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 