He stood in the middle of the road
Hands towards the heavens
Begging
Crying out for redemption
A second chance
At life
Love
Himself ...
He wanted to be himself
Again
To look into the mirror
Accept the choices he made
The path which lead him astray
And all she could do
From beneath the oak tree
Was wish for the pouring rain
To cleanse his soul
Ease his troubled mind
Remove himself from the crossroads he stood upon
Come running into her arms
So she could kiss away the past
Make way for a future
Unafraid
Running to him
She placed her lips against his
Drawing out all the doubt
And fear
Replacing it with what she had no understanding of
YOU ARE READING
The Letter: Beneath A Southern Sky
PoetryHe was back home to say goodbye to the love he lost years before. She lost herself as her name in lights faded. Tonight, they meet. ~ A Work In Progress ~
