The Thorn

by

Mark Ian Martin

You disappeared into the night
Taken everything in sight
My heart, my soul, my love, my gold
Empty was all I had inside
No dignity, no pride, no bride

I was left, in dark despair
Was there anyone to really care?
All I want is someone to share
A special part of me

Lonely as the driven snow
Nowhere warm for me to go
Floating here all alone
Between life and death, no chaperone

Once inside a fire did burn
My sun was Rio, warmth I had learnt
To dance and play, to eat to say
Across the table of loves array

Up against a lonely tree
Burned in the bark just you and me
Packed the leaves into a bed
To lay your sweet soft head

Both watching the moon go down
On the horizon of love not found
Left the key, to lock the door
The music played, the polished floor

For us to hold, and dance away
In your white dress, this man of clay
To feed each other across a flame
With loves sweet oysters, we both were game

I get on my Harley, ride into the night
A lost ship at sea, nothing right
Seagulls serenading love that’s gone
Into the dark, nothing shone

The dew that forms upon my cheek
A violin of cries to speak
Will she return, and maybe scorn
Will she return, to take her thorn.

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