The vineyard of En Gedi
By swf27texas
Your memories consume me. I thought I would spare myself the anguishI was so sure your presence would bring.But the pain I saved myself fromCould never compare to the tormentThat occupies my concious.All that nobody can fulfillIs all that I need...You.Everything becomes a questionWondering if you will conclude me.Part of me craves you.So I pray for you to break me.At least those wounds will heal.I beg my soul for freedom,But you are the song I sing in the vineyard of En Gedi.I quarrel with my heart,But it is ignorant.Your arms are of gold and set with crysonite.I have reasoned to no end,But your legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold.I have cursed your name in the morning,But you are the first one I pray for at night.Isolation is my punishment.A life of misery in exchange for my cold heart.Every star I wish you happiness.I wonder if you are partial...Do you breathe my name for comfort?Does it all seem dull and barren?Are your eyes still doves?Do you ever visit the garden?Crazed and deranged in the vineyard of En Gedi. Written October 22nd, 2000 © on Oct 22 2001 06:09 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"Your memories consume me. I thought I would spare myself the anguishI was so sure your presence would bring.But the pain I saved myself fromCould never compare to the tormentThat occupies my concious.All that nobody can fulfillIs all that I need...You.Everything becomes a questionWondering if you will conclude me.Part of me craves you.So I pray for you to break me.At least those wounds will heal.I beg my soul for freedom,But you are the song I sing in the vineyard of En Gedi.I quarrel with my heart,But it is ignorant.Your arms are of gold and set with crysonite.I have reasoned to no end,But your legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold.I have cursed your name in the morning,But you are the first one I pray for at night.Isolation is my punishment.A life of misery in exchange for my cold heart.Every star I wish you happiness.I wonder if you are partial...Do you breathe my name for comfort?Does it all seem dull and barren?Are your eyes still doves?Do you ever visit the garden?Crazed and deranged in the vineyard of En Gedi...."