erinightwind

I will live in spite of you;     pull my oars one by one,     water churning the miles gone.     Squint my eyes,     suck back my tears -     Use my metacortex     to combat these fears     'cause fuck! biting the bullet - I will make that bullet my gem.     Hold tight to my ration,     my reason,     my rationality -     my ship floating in the     dark sea you left me.     I spit the salt     'cause I know these rains - I will weather this storm.     Take my dry bones and &#

Charlotte Square I learned a legend in my youth - which Grandmother swore was truth - Of fair and lovely Edinburgh; Of Charlotte Squares piano dirge. Grandmother said it was a sign Of a woman lost before her time. Her lonely fingers trace the keys, Recalling Charlotte's memories. I laughed and scoffed, as children do. Passed off the wisdom of those who Know more of spirits, far and wide - A kind which Charlotte couldn't hide. I am now a woman grown. Trav'ling far and wide, I roam. To Edinburgh I make my way - Shall I visit Charlotte today? Walking through an evening's dusk, Past iron fences caked in rust I hear some music f

I can see her standing there in front of me, the woman that I have never met. She is so beautiful. I don't know what color her hair is, if it's gray with age yet, or still in the full bloom of youth. Her eyes twinkle back and forth, brown, green, blue. Lips wax and wane, full and red, thin and animated, framing a smile so radiant I feel the sun should just give up and retire. Sometimes she's tall and strong, other times she's small and wispy. But that beauty, that draw, it's always the same. As she walks the path ahead of me, I can see an entire life unfold around her. Walking along a seaside  waterfront, hand in hand, commenting on the anti

I will live in spite of you;     pull my oars one by one,     water churning the miles gone.     Squint my eyes,     suck back my tears -     Use my metacortex     to combat these fears     'cause fuck! biting the bullet - I will make that bullet my gem.     Hold tight to my ration,     my reason,     my rationality -     my ship floating in the     dark sea you left me.     I spit the salt     'cause I know these rains - I will weather this storm.     Take my dry bones and &#