If you could see What I see In those moments when You’re most vulnerable You might recognize Through the haze Of your sadness There is

Author River Dixon
If you could see What I see In those moments when You’re most vulnerable You might recognize Through the haze Of your sadness There is
She once whispered to me Of things which truly matter Only once will I say this She told me It is then up to you
It’s too late For the light to change These adornments Permanent Fixed to the existential Crisis of the moment We find it better To run
If I could have seen Known this, years before When I had nothing No color, only sound Echoing throughout, between Innocence in the past tense
We see angels And we see demons They carry These things We can’t let go Dancing from Room to room Through doors Left open In
I don’t recognize Any of this But it’s not so bad Just different There’s something Comforting About the end -Or so it seems