Saturday, November 14, 2009
Every thing has a price
What Price This Heaven?
What price to charge for a heaven,
Where I sought refuge in the eyes,
Of windows that have witnessed,
O’er a hundred years of changing skies?
What is this cliff top perch worth,
Where I’ve flown face first into clouds,
This kite who woke up crying,
Weighted down by winter’s shrouds?
What is the cost of favorite rooms
Where faithful dogs still call?
I frolicked on this cliff and field,
Held their paws, yet lost them all.
What is the value of inspiration?
The debts, the deaths, I’ve paid…
The pull of beauty to sadness,
Sensing a home in the ashes, I’ve stayed.
Why pay anything for a loveless world?
There was no one there for me…
In the end I was the strong one,
Cut the tethers, set my own soul free.
What price this piece of heaven?
This house is my every breath, each word,
The spirit running through my veins
No mortal can ever afford.