Surrender to Me

October 7, 2010
By OliverKent GOLD, Georgetown, Ohio
OliverKent GOLD, Georgetown, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
"Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it." - Lewis Carroll
"...there it is [the moral]." - The Things They Carried pg. 13

She walks in yellow shoes
Leaving sunrise, sunsets on the horizon
Her voice sings studded blues
Feeling all the leaves that wizen

Her eyes reflecting life
Her eyes reflecting sin
Her eyes reflecting truth
Her eyes reflecting me

Surrender to me

The flowers in the pits of mud bloom
Trees grow tall and into themselves
Reactions fade from a static filled plume
And all became a note in your bookshelves

The words describing life
The words describing sin
The words describing truth
The words describing me

Surrender to me

And she grows up from feathers and glitter
From storybooks and fairytales and faith
And all these things they settle somewhere in her
And she becomes a glorious wraith

Its haunts disturbing life
Its haunts disturbing sin
Its haunts disturbing truth
Its haunts disturbing me

Surrender to me

Clouds begin to stain the windows
And the nightime stains the walls
It darkens all the stuccoes
And the rain then leaps and falls

And this pours into life
And this pours into sin
And this pours into truth
And this pours into me

Surrender to me

And all the spirits in the world know her name
They whisper it with a satisfying lull
This cold rumor that brings about her fame
Rested on her head a crown of laurel

The crown belongs to life
The crown belongs to sin
The crown belongs to truth
The crown belongs to me

Surrender to me

Always chasing a ticking clock
We try to find more time
Wanting for the days we wrote in chalk
When our lives were less sublime

Long for a new life
Long for a new sin
Long for a new truth
Long for a new me

Surrender to me

Their eyes are made of ice
And they keep themselves on me
But with one roll of the dice
I know some one will get me free

I'm gambling with life
I'm gambling with sin
I'm gambling with truth
I'm gambling with me

Surrender to me

I'm following her footsteps
To a chamber made of glass
And I find myself taking sidesteps
From the reflection of my mass

My eyes reflecting life
My eyes reflecting sin
My eyes reflecting truth
My eyes reflecting me

And I surrender to me

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