Letting Go

Get this thing from out my mind,

It should never undermine,

It should go and let me be,

It should go and I’ll be free!

Tear it out from in my heart,

From its madness I can part,

From its sadness I can leave,

From its gladness be reprieved!

Give me quiet from this thing,

Let the angels to me sing,

And their beauty touch my skin,

Cleanse it of this rotten sin.

Fling me through the air of night

To a tiny cliff respite,

Hanging over emptiness,

Hidden in the safe abyss.

Let it pass now overhead

While I pretend to be dead,

Like a fire let it burn

Till it uses all its yearn.

Drowned in the waves of night,

Of the scary empty fright,

Of the passion now destroyed,

Like a child losing his toy.

Like a child losing his toy?

A pathetic little boy,

For the moment is annoyed

Till something new soon employs.

Now the fickle flames have died

And I forget why I cried,

As the light world moves on by,

Floating like a carefree sigh.

Like the winds over valleys,

Through pleasant small town allies,

Whispering to the faeries,

Gliding over rich prairies.