life that lives in love

[panic in paradise]

A cradle was laid out further
then dreams.

Sleeping well is life that never
sees the sun.

Held tight by love in the soul
and spirit.

Feel peace to hear the cries
of pain unsung.

 

[(Wordy)]

This is somewhat cryptic, but alluring.

I especially like the last lines:

Feel peace to hear the cries
of pain unsung.

 

[panic in paradise]

Well I did not mean for it to sound entierly dark. I wrote it thinking about miscarige, or not having children and adopting. In either context I am left with a more positive senses.

 

[(Wordy)]

Ah, I see... it seems obvious now. I think my implication radar was malfunctioning yesterday (after a BIG weekend)!

I think this piece has the right mixture of dark and light, despair and hope.