blink.

i've poured my bowl of mourning
so many times before
each and every time i do
i finish sad and sore
i'm broken down inside and out
cracked to the very core
and just as the sun rises
i'm back and reach for more

reality means nothing
in dreams obscured is lore
life in love and jubilee
could mean a life so poor
but for that chance to hold your hand
i'm knocking at your door

in times of storm and trouble
and waves upon the shore
through danger and adventure
in midst of fright'ning roar
i'll never leave you behind
i'll be here through fight and war

i've finished this bowl of morning
as ever i've done so before
but this time because you're next to me
my heart mended what tore
i'm fixed and happy beyond belief
extended to this rapport
and then i close my eyes again
to dream this tale once more.

-someone