Alison Derick

1/1970 - Boston


My great big heart was waiting to see the brigade - a stampede that you’d send
to fill me up with honesty, loyalty and grace.
Brass trumpets, the notes would rise to meet me, filling all the spaces within.
But days passed and I’m still waiting.
Bathed in shining armor, burning brightly so I can light your way home.
Please find me, maybe you'll re-see me.
Find me once and for all ,find me and please me.

As the nights continue to turn and the days look the same,
I feel I belong here, transfixed on the story ,
and I'll be homesick if I dont continue to watch and wait.
Days away, this belief you want to find your way back now deflates me,
I am hung by the sliver of a wish that you gave me gladly.
Dead Eyes fixed on the lights of September
The sweaty breeze gallops in without you as it's rider.
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