When our eyes met Your dreams fell into my hands; As I looked at them I began to weep, Such promise and strength they possessed Like an iron kettle filled with emotion On top an old wood burning stove; It held centuries of burning truth Promising to be free at will. I tried. Inevitably you trusted me. Dear God, I tried; I brought your dreams to my lips Cupping them in my hands I carefully Drank with the respect of a thousand winters; Cold, yet breathtaking with every swallow You showed no fear of the coming change, Ignorance saved you, binding your hands to the bed post. Do not fear, nor cry with dry eyes; Subtly is the key to your witchcraft Hidden deep within the bowel of promise. You can't hide your whole being Nor shave the truth of factual snares; Live gracefully; die with peace. Ignorance bleeds mercy and Though mercy failed, ignorance saved you. Shut your mouth. Freedom awaits in the hands of an angry god. Eat truth with your fingers and forget the heart; The heart is deceitful among all things. When your dreams touched my hands, I cared; and Letting go of this copper wire meant death to my soul. You lied. I died. Ignorance saved you. © 1997 james olmos © 1997 o_jimmy@yahoo.com This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page