Love's
Recovery - Emily Sailers
During the time of
which I speak it was hard to turn the other cheek
To the blows of insecurity
Feeding the cancer of my intellect
the blood of love soon neglected
Lay dying in the strength
of its impurity
Meanwhile our friends we thought
were so together
They've all gone and left
each other in search of fairer weather
And we sit here in our storm
and drink a toast
To the slim chance of love's
recovery.
There I am in younger days,
star gazing,
Painting picture perfect maps
of how my life and love would be
Not counting the unmarked
paths of misdirection
My compass, faith in love's
perfection
I missed ten million miles
of road I should have seen
Meanwhile our friends we thought
were so together
Left each other one by one
in search of fairer weather
And we sit here in our storm
and drink a toast
To the slim chance of love's
recovery.
Rain soaked and voice choked
like silent screaming in a dream
I search for our absolute
distinction
Not content to bow and bent
To the whims of culture that
swoop like vultures
Eating us away, eating us
away
Eating us away to our extinction
Oh how I wish I were a trinity,
so if I lost a part of me
I'd still have two of the
same to live
But nobody gets a lifetime
rehearsal, as specks of dust we're universal
To let this love survive would
be the greatest gift we could give
Tell all the friends who think
they're so together
That these are ghosts and
mirages, these thoughts of fairer weather
Though it's storming out I
feel safe within the arms of love's discovery