A warmth overcame the chill In the softly lit room It was as if, in a subtle and yet Breathless moment's pause, Thoughts of love triumphed Over loneliness
The midnight oil flickered; Shadows dancing teasingly The playful flame drew life Near the drafty window sill, Within the invisible current Its awakening ether sphere
The rocking chair breaks the silence Creaking to the unconformity Of the unsteady flash of light Bequeathed by the burning log's cinders
In the silence of the peaceful presence, One chunk of green heartwood sizzled Like a beckoning voice from another realm, Sputtering out into the timbre's pace; Into a wordless respite of hushed solace
Embers smoldering ... As if they were unspoken words trapped In an arresting instant Of purposeful awakening; Striving to morph into Some unrealized reason for being
Just the serendipity of fate In a human sense... In the right place At the wrong time Seeking some benevolence of purpose ―
The glow of the fire's luminosity, Tantalized the back-lit profile, Painting it's shadow a simple pendulum's Undulation on the opposite wall
A dark silhouette exhaled a deep sigh With the throb of the dark night's nuance The chair's bent oak runners groaned While dove tailed oak joints squeaked With an impatient restless tempo
An aura emanating a soothing, Peaceful depth of reflection; Expressions seldom understood By those unwilling to look beyond The seemingly nebulous colour Of dark light
Thoughts flash with the pulse a beating heart Day dreams manifesting like cinema On the four walls imprisoning loneliness
Life's reveries, a magnificent puzzle Even well into the long journey's epitaph, A reason to believe a moment's relevance is more than randomness Dreaming good things can always happen ―
When you've looked for what seems missing, And never found it, Ardently avowing: It does not mean it does not or can not exist ―
Still striving to foment faith In the eternal dream of forever beginnings...
Instead of finding your bliss ... let your bliss find you ...
Take my silence one step too far Take my violence and tear me apart Your words are the cure I need Your love is where my heart will feed
Indiscriminate demons fill my head They try to tie my to my bed
The flame in my heart Is a smoulder The only blame falls On my shoulders
Help me find my way out My eyes show only doubt Help me find my way out My eyes show only doubt
I'm pushing back the battle lines Trying to capture all the lost time This is just a forlorn endeavor Forever severed whenever I fall
Help me find my way out My eyes show only doubt Help me find my way out My eyes show only doubt
The flame Is a smoulder The blame On my shoulders I don't surrender I don't surrender I don't surrender I DON'T SURRENDER
Help me find my way out I don't surrender My eyes show only doubt I don't surrender Help me find my way out I don't surrender My eyes show only doubt *I don't surrender
You asked me once to write you a story, I tried, and I failed. You asked me once to write you a song, But I couldn't remember the good through the wrong.
I see shadows all around us, Darkness personified. So I sat to write you a poem, And I can say I truly tried.
The darkness closes around me, I cannot see the light. I close my eyes to pray, That all will be alright.
Sadly I see the darkness, In your eyes. And I hope it never comes, When we are forced to goodbyes.
All the people i've been Across landscapes we painted And banged late at night against Museum walls
One with Very small and dark green trees The darkest green you've ever seen Pointing against the sky, the tips of them (angels, invisible and leaning, and in love Impossibly, the human part of themselves, screaming: ) As sharp as the stars that Wind around my irises The shape that curls my waist
When we think of each other Sometimes I'd give you all of them, She crouched in poppy petals and Bright green grass The brightest green you've ever seen Gossamer wound around her little finger: Playing fairy dust under a texas sun and Wishing her silver hair across the highway at night, Speeding her future into the veins in her arms;
She never did form a drug habit, she swam it,; tripped like all the music missed, gliding over the flat of her head; (notes in brackets hopping on shoulders Insisting just only too quietly that i listen; ) Shattered curtains spouting grey morning light on the warehouse beams we splinter our kind and freezing feet on top of, tiptoes to kiss you
My hand printing the dancing ink i bl*ew across your stomach Never sure he existed But you'll taste the sweat of him I'll lay it on your elbow as you lie beside me
What if our paths never cross? What would we do then? I don't know exactly who or where you are, Or if you're even looking for me. But what I do know is that I really, really Hope you're trying.
