Anathema – Barriers

I seriously can’t listen to this song enough.


She stares with eyes she carved of river stones and waterfalls
Where veils of snow were made a crown
Upon her visage, looking down
And nebulas she wore about her shoulders like a shawl

Within her simple palace made of slumber, so serene
Where nightingales and idols drawn
Of sonnets sang their tidal songs
And north, her eyes, and south her heart, and shadows swam between

She carried on her shoulder pale a mark of sullen reign
With silver thread upon her wrist
Beneath a gown of autumn mist
But, ‘lo, upon a spirit frail she wore a heavy chain

Beyond the colored panes of glass where lights had never shone
Where sweetened lips and jagged teeth
Devoured heavens underneath
Her hair a waterfall, her eyes she carved of river stone


I recognize the look
That says, “I’m looking,”
But I wonder
Is she looking through the keyhole
Or the cracks?

I recognize the shift
That says she’s shifting
What she says
But does she see what I could be
Or what I lack?

I recognize the look
That says, “I see you,”
But I wonder
If she’s ever really seen me
Or she can

I recognize the way
She stands delaying
When I’m near
But does she see me as I was
Or how I am?


My hand is the air
As if to say
I’m always there
When you’re needing me

My words are all contained
As if a moth
That’s now restrained
Where you’re leading me

My pen is on a page
As if a wish
Within a cage
And I’m pleading, “See…

Me for more than what
I know you see
Below the cut
Below the utterly…

Dark, and broken thing
I have become
That never sang
How much you meant to me…”

My head is in my hands
As if to say
I never planned
For you to see in me

A heart to be redeemed
A word of praise
A hand that seemed
Ready to comfort me

The smile on my lips
It simply means
I’m not equipped
To see you leaving me

My hand is in the air
As if to say
I’m always there
Because I need to be…

Inspired by the song “My Gift of Silence” by Blackfield.