The Sweet Meadows of My Life
A poem of memory about love and life.
She Was Always Wondering About Love
She was always wondering about Love, as she strolled through the meadow that day. Why was it always so cruel? She did not know or understand.
She was getting close to the down town and it was getting dark and the trains were running she realized. A street car, wonderfully modeled, shot off the tracks racing through intersections; it was wheeling out into the forest and back into town. Was love on the streetcar? Was he there?
She was finally on Oak Street and it was real dark by now, you could hear the whispering fall of individual pine needles as they dropped in the woods.
Then she saw him as she neared her home, she felt herself suck in her breath. She thought is this a dream or a nightmare?
He started towards her; she wondered why he is here? All she wanted to do was run and hide. She didn’t want him to hurt her any more. She did not want to hear his lies. Or feel the back of his hand.
She stopped in her tracks as he approached her. She dropped her packages and turned to run, but at last he could run faster. He let her go. He did not pursue her. She looked back thinking he is not there, when out of nowhere there he was with his hands around her throat. Hurting her and laughing at her. How could she have ever thought she loved this man? How could he want to hurt her like this? Her man was gone again after leaving her to die.
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(OFFICIAL VIDEO LYRICS) HD Live from Brit Awards 2011
Love you are unforgiving
And unkind you are
Love you are cruel
Withholding my blessings
Love you promised me the world
You were going to be gentle
Instead you took
The sweet meadows of my life
And made it rain.
Shroud in mists
Across the straits where lovers cry
Flanks smooth as silk
As love smiled and called my name
My hair loosely pulled back
I brought up one graceful arm
As my fingers danced over your sweet skin
And our twin hearts
Poured out the songs
Of the swaying strings
And smiled and called his name.
Summer has come and gone.
I writhe to free myself from
I lift my face to the sun
With the warm rays of life giving skin
And search my soul for you
Holding fast and
Creeps in like thick oozing clay
A drug of memories for you
As the sweet meadows of my life
©Copyright 2012 by POET DEBORAH BROOKS-LANGFORD
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