One, small and weary

[Daddy Bear]

Inscrutable -

a name pronounced in

snowflakes swirling,

then changing into

teardrops twirling

in the tempest's waterspout

we kicked out.

 

 

The thing about wielding a sword,

as good as they are for protection,

is

we don't always reckon both sides of the blade.

 

 

My Inscrutable -

all my own, or

kind of could be -

I thought I heard her

say she should be

in the tick before she fled

as we bled.

 

 

And the thing about saving the world,

as good as it is to have heroes,

is

the world does not always prefer to be saved.

 

 

Luke and Mark and Matt and John,

bless the bed she lies upon,

the pillows that she cries upon,

the covers she relies upon

for safety when the night is long.

Saints, preserve this weary one

until she joins the dawn.

[Jeen]

Luke and Mark and Matt and John,

bless the bed she lies upon,

the pillows that she cries upon,

the covers she relies upon

for safety when the night is long.

Saints, preserve this weary one

until she joins the dawn.

 

 

 

I really love this part.

 

Thanks.

[Angel_baby]

Once again another good poem from you DB