Melpomene - The Dear Hunter

Cold had I calloused

Walls were raised to bear the weight I’d not take

Too slow were my senses

Muted musings lost their way;

disconnected

Only silence remained, holding my breath in the dark

Gasping for air with the lungs of a lark

So warm was your welcome;

humble in its embrace

Tell me, just how did you save me;

Pull me up from the grave?

Though my youth did mislead, I would retreat to you

Right back to your arms with my spirit aglow

Where the pains of the past exit en masse;

through you

Too lost when we part, with the lungs of a lark

I, far removed from myself, had denied what I lost when my heart had withdrawn

to the fray

In a whimsical way, I would flee from the truth

I could bury in youth

You would have me, if I’d fallen again

Would you bring me back out of the dark, with my lungs of a lark?

Cold have I calloused, but these walls are coming down