In the night I hear your whisper
deafening the painful silence.
Once more you speak of lost dreams,
like stolen sweets laid upon your heart.
...
The gallant flower stood with glee
Swaying in the wind it seemed so carefree.
Its petals broke off one by one,
...
I've slept upon this thunder,
I've slept upon this dream.
I watch the days go by,
ripping my tailored seem.
...
Can you feel my presence?
Can you touch my hand?
Do you feel me anymore,
or am I just something washed upon the sand?
...
The Letter lay on the table far off
mocking her with every move.
A mystery, immersed in an ebony envelope,
daring her to come closer.
...
Running through the forest,
my heart is skipping beats.
Logs and twigs and branches
seem to crawl under my feet.
...
Pushed into unconciousness
delivered from your smile,
I wait hear in fear of a lonely dream.
...
Walk Away
In the night I hear your whisper
deafening the painful silence.
Once more you speak of lost dreams,
like stolen sweets laid upon your heart.
Can you see the wind,
waltzing with the stars upon a black sheet.
Taking with them your hope.
The fires have been doused now
Cruely, by the mistake of fate.
Turn around and walk away
for your dispair is too great
you are walking upon broken glass,
cutting your heart.
Remember the joy of a crisp spring day,
as you walk away.