The strand

The Cult: She sells Sanctuary (Long Version)

She could be
A mirage
Behind
The strand
Of hair that softly fell
Over her eye
But it
Never hid
The spark of life
contagious
When she saw me

Brushing back
Pushing forward
Desperate to talk
To laugh
To share
All the while
Her hair
Longed to fall forward

Yet afraid
To be so open
In a world
That kills
Those of quick
Thought
Of savage
Beauty
Of stunning
Wit
Would make anyone want to quit
trying

Yet
How many times
Had that strand
Saved her
A
Diminutive mask
To hide
Behind
In a world desperate
For promises only

Perhaps he
Might have been to zealous
In his chasing the dawn
Not wanting to look back
Or linger on
That which lay behind
Fearing that is the way he would go

She meanwhile
Forever tried to change her past
So that she could control her future

And he
Only thought of her

If he was thinking at all

And she
Hesitates to cry out his name
For fear

Of what she lost
So long ago

Meanwhile
The strand slipped back over her eye