Song Of Change

When we linger in a dream
Of a day which once was
We find ourselves
Less alive
Than before

Something is lost in transition
Something dies in thought
New songs grate on the ear
New colours a shock to weary eyes

Cling onto my hand
Pull me into the present
Please make me now, here, real
Faded pilgrim

Fit my feet to well-trodden ways
Release me from time’s shackles
Brush the sand of the hourglass
From my eyes, and
Stir my apathetic heart
Into life’s rhythm

I want to be a thread in life’s tapestry
I want to hear the years singing renewal
Long to connect the brightest strands
And link them to rebirth, repentance
Redemption

And change

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Comments

jennifer | February 10, 2010 - 17:53

Love this part:

'Brush the sand of the hourglass
From my eyes, and
Stir my apathetic heart
Into life’s rhythm'

Great imagery throughout,

J x