Listening to old prog rock. Thanks for reading.

"Open Toward the Heart that Used to Hold Mine"

I sit and see my hands before me
Open toward the heart that used to hold mine
Blind to me, I thought I'd never see you this way
So far, so far
Close as my breath, but yet
So far

You've left me to my own devices
You've worn out all disguises
Hidden all the remnants
I still hold a string or two
Wrapped around a thorny rose
A ribbon wound through my bleeding fingers

Would you call me out?
Could I shout your name
And have you hear?
Would you acknowledge
Or just disappear?
A flicker or a dimly lit dawning
Calling, calling
Falling, falling

I sit and see my hands before me
Clasped, fingers twined
In fervent prayer

BJH
2/19/2009

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