Waterish

She surveys the crowd One hundred eyes stare back Expectant, accusing Awaiting the first sound to flee her mouth Talk is cheap, he said How she wished it were true now She never knew how to answer him Until it was too late The love did not die that night All passion had long since passed Not fading, like a dying ember It would have had to burn first And yet even his absence hurt her Like a final, malicious insult She was not good enough For even a loveless marriage Music was once a refuge Enveloping her delicate form Obscuring the pain of rejection With bright lights and fair-weather friends But tonight seemed different P

In times like these, he said We must work all that we can For we know not what lies in wait Tomorrow's dreams snatched From our expectant hands You have taken his words to heart Where once serenity flew on silver wings There is now a new ideal Forged on greed and sorrow That has tempered your fervent soul No time for slumber The world moves with you one step ahead Forever engaged, rushed, whipped A hollow point train Through life's sedate heart Some days I don't believe it's you that I see But just a passing breeze Caressing my cheek with icy, distant touch Then slipping away Intangible, unplaceable Don't wake the sleeping