For every birth there is a cry <br />For every dream there is a wave <br />That recedes on a worn out lie <br /> <br />For every figurative metaphor <br />There is a simile of you on my mind <br />For every rueful discrepancy <br /> <br />There is a sordid singing in the sky <br />Oh just to fly a little higher, higher <br />Than; an unanswered question - asking why. <br /> <br />Oh I’ll never learn my lesson… <br />You’ll just have to embalm my will <br />In your falling gravity and embrace me again… <br /> <br />Until I’m also bound in these covers of war and peace <br />With a broken spine ripped at the seams <br />Hell I’m going to dream, I’m not going to cry <br /> <br />Till even these ephemeral wings can’t fly <br />I’m going to sink and swim <br />In every cloud on every seraphim wave until I die <br /> <br />For every figurative metaphor <br />There isn’t a simile for you in a funfair mirror <br />For every rueful discrepancy there is an image <br /> <br />That I just want to drown in without you <br />Under every wave for however long time goes on… <br />I just want to bob-on the waves with you <br /> <br />…On and on, on and on… and on…! <br /> <br />Because for every love that’s born there is a cry <br />For every dream there is a wave <br />That recedes on a worn out lie.<br /><br />Mark Heathcote<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-every-love-that-s-born-there-is-a-cry/
