Beautiful Surrender

Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm
"Come in" she said "I'll give you shelter from the storm".
Imagination overfull of places in the heart
That once were safe, and always warm

Sundown and the early dark, chill seeping
the bones ache and rattle like leaves in the yard
music leaking from a radio, dripping down the shelves,
flowing across the floor to wrap around cold legs

that push against an unforgiving floor, trembling weary
body melting into cushions like granite floss
the grit scratching and abrasions forming, it won't stop,
because the pain seems more real than real, right now

fingers fluttering, fists clenching, heel of the hand swiping
at Prince Rupert's tears exploding from eyes gone wide
and molten to hear the words, know that vanished love
was nothing less than a beautiful surrender

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Passages in bold quoted from "Shelter From the Storm" by Bob Dylan.