A Search of the Mind

A visitor, unwelcomed, a look in his eye
You saw it, but I know the real reason why
This is not genesis, this is revelations
Read to you in pure, untold exasperations

I’ve seen his face before, it wasn’t really that dark
The day he asked her to ride, deep within her heart
She never should have stopped running, those thin blue shorts
She musta caught a glimpse, it’s her eyes that now distorts

The grey mist, the cold air, the matching still sky
A view not seen, a voice not heard, no reason why
Except the hair, blonde if I recall, pulled back tight
How someone could feel that they had the right

To enter her life, were words never so true
Deep down you think ‘glad it was her, just not you’
So close it came, so close was his ragin’ 
Never say never, so says the Raven.

Time passes quickly, time passes slowly
Do you move on, or do you sit lonely
A search for justice is as hard as it gets
But live a life empty, full of regrets

As a women of lost beauty, sleep in her eye
Has touched that tree often, her thought remains “why”?
The grass turns brown, the grass turns green
The grass grew over what we never have seen

Whose eyes look dim now, who’s face bears the scars?
Cut deep in the morning, still seeing the stars
One sees depth, and uses its fading light
The other lays cold, no longer in fright

Six eyes have views, three pair does tell
The anger and fear they all know too well
But it’s the heart and the soul that separate this vision
Nothing in common, nothing has risen

‘Cept the legs of a man, where have you gone?
The legs of the runner became the still one,
Stepping light through the grass, the bramble, and cans
Grabs hold of a feeling, something we can’t understand

There’ a time for justice and a time for peace
She wants the time now when those eyes will cease
To look for blonde hair, brown legs and blue shorts
And no longer that view that the unknown distorts

In the end, all things, they will be equal
Grass covers over a scene of two desperate people
But do you remember the eyes of our third in the picture?
She found out the story but didn’t take it with her
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Craig Krause

Craig Krause

A person with an incredible future who often lives in and revisits the past

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