Rediscovering Song

Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Separation.

When I was a teen, I used to sit on my front doorstep, out of  earshot of my parents, and compose songs on my six- string. I wasn’t very good on the guitar, but I could play a few chords and strum enough to have some music to put my lyrics to. I don’t remember the last time I played my guitar, but in the past year, I’ve rediscovered the joy of writing lyrics to the imaginary music in my head.

I lost many of my stanzas when my computer crashed this year, but today, after talking to a friend who’s in the process of leaving her loveless marriage, I found another one on my lap- top and salvaged it. It’s about healing and helping….

Prescription

This wound is sharp and deep: it goes straight down through the heart.

Your wholeness incomplete; and you don’t know where to start. Your heart is closed to feeling to prevent any further bleeding, For faith requires a leap, to mend what’s taken apart.

Walk with me in this waking dream

With my hand upon your chest. I will pick up your pieces

If you will do the rest.

This hand of mine has heat; it comes straight up from my core. My fondness indiscreet; and I can’t hide it anymore.

This hand is open to you; my feelings pass right through you. I swear I won’t mistreat, but I know that you’re unsure.

Walk with me in this waking dream

With my hand upon your chest. I’ll fill this void with love

If you will do the rest.

This heart of mine has love; it comes straight down from the stars. I’ve had my own pain in love and I’ve shown you all my scars.

I asked my Gods to teach me, to touch me and to reach me,

To show me what is love—They gave to me your broken heart.

Walk with me in this waking dream

With my hand upon your chest. I will keep you safe inside me

If you will do the rest.