Somewhere In Life Is Love

Heaven's Chariot

The cab slows to a stop under the veil of constant rain
It’s yellow paint worn like the gloss on her lips
Her eyes discomforted by its approach
She longed for her escape
For the chariot to come whisk her away from the pain
Her freshly pressed hair destroyed by inner-city moisture
Her heart destroyed by inner-city insecurities
Her life nothing but another desolate vision in my eyes
As I watch from a distance
As I look closer
I notice the mascara
Applied with the delicate care of sensuous anxiety for passion
Now ran her cheeks like Nubian tears
Nubian tears from a Nubian queen
A beautiful black dress, freshly pressed and accented with love’s caress
Was now drenched and tattered in another man’s instantaneous regret
Her heels, carefully hand-picked and charged with the intent of turning heads
Were now in her hands, dangling from her like heavy emotions on a broken ledge
Destined to slip
And fall into the brown puddles of despondency surrounding her
She reaches for the door of her chariot
Opens it and suddenly notices a stranger’s eyes
Drowning herself in her immense oceans
She gasps for air as she looks up at me with earnest
And her eyes gently whispers through the wind
Help me
And with that she plunges into her chariot
And ride away from the pain, for the pain
And search for another day
To become

Beautiful


To understand my words, you must first understand my mind. Balik737