Sunday, August 7, 2011

Aloft My Love

Aloft my love, your pedestal

Seems I’ve been most meddlesome

Where I stand, not boy or man

Can you fly or think you can



Did you fly or did I place

Beast and beauty was a chase

But if I stopped would you wait?



Aloft my love, your words take flight

Like my own they drift and die

Upon the air they breathe their last

Like my heart they’re in the trash



A love story, those bits of paper

Nothing but a worthless labor

And yet their voices cry out “save her”



Aloft my love, your ground I kiss

And yet your feet… they seem to miss

But why is it I still adore

When you cannot touch the floor



“Hanging” out, is it someday

Back and forth you swing and sway

I love you more than yesterday



Aloft my love, your body ash

Against my skin, why do you latch?

In every breath, it’s you I hold

Even in my blackened soul



Still above and trapped within

Girls like you “I’m better than him”

Perhaps you are my dear sweet sin



Aloft my love, I dream an angel

Or a ghost you haunt and dangle

Do you rest with God above?

Haunting me, in hate or love



How I longed to see you fall

But not for me, no not at all

And yet for you I climbed I crawled



Just a girl, you were my love

Worshipped you, no one above

And yet your heart I couldn’t catch

Can’t heave peace, don’t know rest

Fly or place, you were so high

Just to drift and sway and die



Never mine, a lost love

You’re so high, aloft my love



Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.

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