And Still You Ask

I want to tell you

that I have no love for you...

that I can walk away forever

and never have you linger

like time upon my finger

and love upon my mind.

The past is broken

like an hourglass

toppled from the table

and the scattered sands of

circumstance are blinding

more than ties are binding.

The rain I hear is whispering

softly upon my windowpane

collecting and drawing

crazy patterns for my eyes

behind the blinds are forming

crazy patterns in my mind.

Who created mist must create rainbows.

Who created your eyes

created love -

and Who created all things

sent tears to shed upon me

and created you.

written by Tom Mender

used with permission from author