12/03/2009

Where The Trees Whisper My Name


Falling from grace


A place where the world is not friendly


The birds they no longer sing to her

The trees no longer whisper her name

She cannot hear


The wind, it blows through her hair


But she cannot feel


Running away


Calloused heart

catches her breath


Her words are salted wounds


Bubbling up from the place within


Stinging, with each syllable


The empty ache


This unfamiliar self
"This is not who I am"

Leads her back, climbing up to the sky


She falls back into grace


Where in this world, she is not alone

The birds sing to her


The trees whisper her name


And the wind blows through her hair


Honoring herself

Brave heart
catches her breath


Her words are like honey


Radiating from the place within


Soothing with each syllable


Finding herself familiar


in that sacred place


with wings


she had all along


flys into grace



~Almighty Heidi

4 comments:

Fareed said...

Dare I say that the first line was a little cliched? But then on, the upward hike in the quality of words washes all the blemishes. All in all, I like.

Shadow said...

damn, this is great, the turn-around, from sinking to the bottom, to rising into the skies...

MilesPerHour said...

This has inspired me to write some of my own lyrics today for some music I wrote and recorded. Thanks!

Tom Bailey said...

I love the contrast between the first and last line. I really liked that part because it made me wonder which part you wrote first.

Kindest regards,
Tom Bailey