Heathens Can Pray, Too!

Unsaid, from Me to You

Heathens can pray, too!
July 8, 2011 at 12:16pm


I'm the tree that fell alone in the woods, silently
I'm the unseen unheard wind that blew at nothing, violently
I'm the spot in your vision that disappears, when you shut an eye
I'm the misnomer, just a mirage, I'm but a lie
Maybe I was that two feet that you couldn't jump
Maybe I was once that footstool, that tree-stump
Maybe for a moment I was really true
But I stop being when I stop being real to you
You I watch, the trophy-queen, collecting crowns
You I watch, your footprints deepen, they weigh you down
All the gold and silver cups adorn your wall
But not a living heart there beats, among them all
And not a living heart you seek! you seek the shine
And his pale heart, it pales when it's compared to mine
He's ivory and amethyst - I'm mud and wood
That I'm not on your trophy-wall - it's understood.