Reckless
Reeling from these absolute changes, she rearranges the pictures on the wall
as she wonders, oh so reckless, why did he have to fall?
And the people and the memories, he was the hero of us all, he would stand up
and testify, render the rest of us so small.
When you listen to the wind blow, you may just want to go to the mountains, to
the woodlands, to the valleys below where we evolve, where we remember,
where we try so hard to grow, but there are mysteries, evocative sweet mysteries,
that we are not meant to know.
That he loved her, that he desired her, was never in dispute and if anything, she
was more intrigued by the disrepute that her contemporaries and loved ones all
believed him guilty of, when the question is so obvious, he only meant to bring
her love.
When I'm singing to the birds' song, I remember his name and I'm elated, so
euphoric that we thought in so many ways the same. But his loss is
overwhelmingand not only for me; a generation was believing that he would set
them free. Now it's over and darkness falls on us as never before. I stand in
absolute amazement wondering what was behind that final door? For there was
music, sweet soul music that I learned by caressing his face and of the path he
took and the pains he healed there now remains a trace of anger that he was
taken, his lofty plans forsaken, but when I hear his song his legacy lives on and I
feel him with me, still strong, still valiant and free. I know he feels me still in awe
of him, not sure how to begin, to rejoice. I'm making the best choice, in absolute
changes revolutionary in me that will set all of us free.
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