Afterglow

Just when the days start getting colder
I walk the streets I never knew
And there's some words I never told you
The sound rings out like the truth

And if you could see what's come over me
then you would know.
Cause I'm walking free
the wind at my back
Bathed in afterglow.

And as I sit here in this dark room
All I seem to feel is light
And I see color, I see the maroon
In the blood of this life that's ours

Watch the sun paint an orange sky
Lay me down and feel the days gone by
Just when the day Just when the day
Oh...Just when the days start getting longer
I walk the streets I never knew
The sun comes out for you.
And if you could see what's come over me
Then you would know
Cause I'm walking free
The wind at my back
Bathed in afterglow.

-Vanessa Carlton

Mending

A wise woman once made
a delicate needle of the sharpest kind
of tempered gold looped with a crimsom silken strand
to pierce
and thread
and tug together
the ripped shreds of the heart:
gashes of abused trust
and false words
and exploited affection
and searing misunderstanding.
So I traveled far and wide - searching
for her darkened cabin beside a hidden wood -
and hesitated under lengethened moonbeams
to cross the mossy threshold and undergo
the meticulous reconstruction of my ravished heart:
which a wise woman once remade.