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It Was Cold In My Bedroom

It was a cold day in my bedroom

You could find me wrapped in freeze-dried coffee

without a coin for the gourmet stuff in my pocket

I remember the time you came to rescue me

with wine and fresh green delicacies

You wore a long coat of royal blue

and when we embraced

I could feel your heart ache and an unrelinquished

desire spark and flame an uncontrollable

fire from the depths of your chaotic soul

It was like a tiger in a zoo

suddenly unchained and free to roam

unhindered into the emptied city streets

I still hear your voice like a small secret

that hides in a dark corner of my mind

Where are you now and have you found your peace

Are you without fear of falling

as you fly like a nightbird

into the wings of the sun

Can you still feel my lips upon your face

and have you found another lover to embrace

Are you free to soar

into the heart of the ecstatic sky

You know heaven

I have shown it to you

 

©2009 Hyla Menuhin Douglas

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