Find the heart
That has been hurt
Find the heart
That has been loved
But forgotten
Someone who won’t abandon me
or leave me on my own,
and when I look into his eyes
You are wonderful
and I am a freak,
undeserving of your
presence.
He forgot the strength held in the soft bosom of superstition,
and Saturdays that became cloudy without promise of
awakening to scrambled eggs
and kisses…
He became movement in the trees, his entire body
trembling as if she walked over his grave
again and again…
She was different, and everyone knew magic
was her air…
waiting with swollen lips and traces of love
that could have been…
Walking through time
Thinking of you
Receding from yesterday
Turning towards tomorrow
Waiting
For
The sun
To
Chase away
My
Desperation
Inspiration
Reverberation
Pushes me forward
Past
The spawn
Of
Do you remember the night
We walked through town
Starry night
Romantic
Dreamy night
Mystery whispering in our ears
As we walked past
Medieval buildings of stone
And chiseled faces of statues
Looking at us across centuries
I desperately wanted to touch you
To take you into my arms
As we neared the river
Ode to a meadowlark
Ah, rising sun, kiss morning’s dew
Chill breath of night away thou chase
A sprite from trees there yonder flew
But why flies he away in haste?
As I through meadows lonely pace
Crimson orb, paint sky with red
On fields, again, new day doth break
Yet from love’s loss my heart has bled
And Sorrow, joy of life does take
As o’er these fields my way I make
And I have suffered now so long