Words on a wing
By Fiona Cummings
If I were to go away would you miss me?
Would you even know I’d gone?
Would you wonder what could have been?
Could you just carry on?
Would you keep looking for me in habit?
If I were to return in the breaze would you grab it?
You for sure I would miss
Would you want just one more kiss?
To touch my hand one more time
To understand and be kind
How would things be different?
Would you change anything?
Now my soul floats on a wing
And a cherub does sing
As I look down to you
I have this perfect view
No mist is before me
The sky is clear
I live not in fear
I wonder about you and me
If I were to say goodbye
Would you even cry?
Would you shed a tear?
And ask why?
Or would life go on for you
With your grass so green and sky so blue
Every rainbow has a pot of gold
Every treasure can be sold
Each creased material can fold
Everything into perfect place
No blemishes on that face
So what do I mean to you?
Now I’m gone?
If you were to wake and your nightmare didn’t last long
It had been a mistake so now carry on
You’re facing me what
will you say
This is a new day
A new start
I speak from my heart
Will you talk in the same rhythm as mine?
Will we grow like grapes on a vine?
What will I expect?
Any kind of respect?
My words will you reject?
I’m stuck in between
From life before I have seen
And a new world above
Where I hope there is love
I can come back to your arms
Or fly high for a life of calm
Show me the map please
I’m not joking nor do I tease
You’re getting further away
On earth have I seen my day?
New birth a new way
Will I remember you at all?
What if I fall?
Will you catch me?
Look up, do you see me?
It’s your decision
This picture you will commission
The cards you will deal
This pain or pleasure you will feel
This is it now
So real
Like a fruit you will peal
Your turn to reveal
I await your answer
No time to be a chancer
So what is it?
In your life do I fit?
Words I’m waiting
Not debating
Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015
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