STATUE

I'm feeling a bit run-down today. I'm not quite sure why that should be - a cup of chamomile tea gave me a tickly throat yesterday and that's turned into a bit of a cough.

I got up early today and wrote a poem. I should do more of this - it's quite liberating, even if my poetry's not all that great. It's fun to do. This one's about being a statue, and it will make a lot of sense if you've ever read any C.S. Lewis. I think I might turn it into a song...

STATUE

Stone dead, silent
Just a sculpted solid heart
In the gardens of despair
Like a fading work of art

Cold wind, empty
Where the winter shudders by
All I am, set in stone
Under frozen depth of sky

O Lion come and find me
In the gardens of despair
Come and breathe upon this hardened heart
And take me away from there

O Lion come and rescue
Come and wake me from the deep
Come and dance upon my brokenness
And sing me from my sleep

Statue, frozen
By enchantment of my own
Crumble gently to the wind
In a prison made of stone

Long since, summer
When the sun was strong and high
Have I longed to hear the roar
Have I longed to hear the cry

O Lion come and find me
In the gardens of despair
Come and breathe upon this hardened heart
And take me away from there

O Lion come and rescue
Come and wake me from the deep
Come and dance upon my brokenness
And sing me from my sleep