THE GATHERED WORDS

We gather words in sacred rows
From temples of the mind
And offer them as sacrifice
To all who follow blind

Placed in perfect harmony
Between the lines of doubt
Shattering illusions of
The loves we live without

Purposely, we stumble
Falling fearless into space
Ride those shooting stars of love
While feeling out of place

Something deep inside you says
It’s too good to be true
Sure enough, the star burns out
And then it’s back to you

Trying to find those crystal answers
Nobody can teach
Searching for those perfect lovers
Always out of reach

And so you read the gathered words
Written out like prayers
Find yourself in someone’s poem
The shades of pain they share

They seep so deep into your soul
Like medicine you sip
Listening with your open eyes
Spoken with your lips

It’s strange how someone else’s pain
Confirms the loves we lose
As if they knew you long before
You ever had to choose

We read our lives in someone’s lines
And find a kindred soul
Puts life in perspective
With the stories they have told

And now you take the gathered words
And hide them all to heart
Find your own voice with your pen
As you must play your part

Creating sacred temples
From the corners of your mind
Offering words as sacrifice
For all who follow blind

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TM DiSarro