Constructed

Place another rivet in,
My scaffold is threating to fall.
I'm a woman half constructed.

I'm still waiting for solid ground
And all the while my feet find
Only sand to bury themselves in.

There's a new sun rising,
I can feel it throughout my skin.

I'm trembling from the inside out.

The morning is calling
Louder than ever before.
My bones are resonating a response
In words I will never know
And somewhere along the way
The translation was forgotten.

Somehow I'm still breathing,
And these ash laced, wine flavoured lips
Are lonely for yours.

So build me up along your harbour.
I feel I might stand a lifetime.

- Thursday, January 10th, 2008 / 4.35am -