Engraved

The morning is about to

  become an afternoon;

    I'm thinkin' 'bout my plans for tonight.

I can't wait for the sun to

  trade places with the moon;

    I'll be so far away, out of sight.

Steal all my woes;

  Drive the loneliness away.

My spirit knows

  You'll revive this hardened clay.

Help me see I'm no longer lame;

Set me free to roam your meadowlands.

Someday soon I'll see my name

Engraved on the palms of your hands.

I'm list'ning' to the raindrops;

  they're dancing on my roof,

    as I commune with you once again.

Evening primrose eavesdrops,

  tho seemingly aloof;

    I swear, I think she whispered "Amen."

I'm half-asleep,

  drifting to a fairer land,

    where angels keep
      what I've yet to understand.

Help me see I'm no longer lame;

Set me free to roam your meadowlands.

Someday soon I'll see my name

Engraved on the palms of your hands.

Show me that realm

  where all shadows yield to light.

There all is well;

  pain surrenders to delight.

Help me see I'm no longer lame;

Set me free to roam your meadowlands.

Someday soon I'll see my name

Engraved on the palms of your hands.

© 2019 David Acosta Perez