Tender touches.
Empty clutches
Groaning steps with angled crutches
Lonely stoner
Couldn't phone her
Stolen things cry for their owner.
Last temptation
Change the station
Drunken fools fail at persuasion
Cage to sit in
It is written
Those twice shy
Have once been bitten.
Can't we return to splendor?
The truth we oft deny
Love turns to hate in cloudy weather.
Sunk and swollen whence we die.
Along the parched red avenue.
Beneath the waning sky.
Along the shores of solitude,
Does all ambition die.
Return again to splendor.
Return again to hope.
Below the monoliths of beauty;
Lay the means with which we cope
The sun has gone down but the moon didn't rise. Her pale fire absent from my wanting eyes. Her brilliance was missing
No roads to be seen. No future, no present, no chance for goodbyes.
I once saw her phases while lost in a forest. I howled at her faces when I felt the lowest.. For it was her beauty I could not deny and her greatness unchallenged by the stars in the sky.
This night I can't see her
Perhaps never again.
But forget her I will not
This isn't the end.
Let me save you from the lightning
Let me pull you from this home.
Let me see you in the seconds of the memories that I've known.
I can feel you in the blowing wind
I can feel you in despair
Let me feel your sadness with you
Prove to you that I'll be there.
In the depths of sadness
Heights of joy.
And valleys of unknown.
Let me in your heart and mind
Let our love be your new home.
