
Maui 2012
Carved Delicate
I used to dream of the life
I lost while I stood
Up high in the night
A lamb in the woods
My light shining strong
My fear kept within
The clang of my heart
Beat places I’d been
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I used to dream of the life
I lost while I stared
From the highest peak
Surrounded and scared
Watching below
As entities came
Prowling at dusk
And howling my name
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I used to dream of the life
I lost while I cried
Alone in the open
With no place to hide
Demons haunting
Where I did slumber
Fire lit eyes
Pulling me under
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I used to dream of the life
I lost while I screamed
A victim of fate
Or so it did seem
That all my plans withered
Dried up in the drought
And left me parched-starving
And fed with death’s doubt
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I used to dream of the life
I lost while I ran
Afraid of the days
Afraid of each man
A woman of black
Whose shadow had risen
All broken and wounded
And locked in her prison
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I used to dream of the life
I lost while I broke
Wasting the days
Before I awoke
Dreading the times
And what was to be
Questioning my purpose
And past misery
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I used to dream of the life I lost
But I don’t dream loss anymore
For deep from within
Mercy opened her door
So wide and so grand
Did joy’s entrance appear
A threshold to serenity
Carved delicate through tears
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by Samantha Craft
June 2012