Poetry

Christopher Thor Britt


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12 january 2012

No Place to Hide (A Lament)

Fingers of moonlight shine thru the trees
Ethereal silver, their hue
Willows lament.  The raven serenades
Night’s augury, binding me to you.
 
Waking hands find no rest building a wall
Mortar and stone to divide.
The clouds, soon to gather
The rains, soon to fall
Leaving a heart no place to hide.
 
Winds carry whispers of fading memories
Broken dreams of what can never be
Tears, they’re falling to wash away the past
A future that we will never see.
 
Weary hands find no comfort building the wall
Mortar and stone to divide.
The clouds, they will gather
The rains, they will fall
Leaving a heart no place to hide.
 
My calloused heart finds no solace building the wall
Mortar and stone to divide.
The clouds, they do gather
The rains, they do fall
Leaving a heart no place to hide.

                                   ~Christopher Thor Britt






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