Incessant Riposte

If forever is a promise and never a lie
If never is the promise than forever a lie
Heed the tongue which lay so heavy with emptiness
And seek only the mirrors from the hearts of piety
Just a souvenir on your shelf
Polished with silent, glimmering infidelities
All your lies outlined with white
Restructuring the frame of delicate lives
There must be solace from the violent breaks of tides
Waiting on the dawn and break of day
For sight of relief in all your shades of gray
The salt on skin once bitter, now smooth to touch
The edges worn from the storms but the inside reveals rough
Giving new life rescued from the tundra’s of disappointing love
A flash in the night, bows beak and hearts take flight
Exchanges of swords and projecting rites
The wars raging within too strong to be contained
Seeking for truth, understanding beyond peripheral broken picture frames
Knowing now our attempts were too weak
For the wells we sprung ran deep
Hands frantically trying to mend
Nervously abating those words that would be said in the end
Understanding the purpose in pain, seeking answers
Without playing victim to regretful ransoms
Vindicated from the mouth of dirty lifeless hands
This was not the beginning
This is not the end.

Wrote Summer of 2008