Sitting cold and empty
Exposed, wanting and alone
Drapes hang wide open
Allowing prying eyes to find
...
The grass is patchwork emerald
Conforming to summers hue
Under clear blues skies, the air is warming
And chasing away the dew
...
It's that time of day again
But there's nobody else about
And there's one thing missing on the menu
That I often dream about
...
I am sixty miles wide
But only one inch high
I can reach for the stars
But I can't touch the sky
...
The House Next Door
Sitting cold and empty
Exposed, wanting and alone
Drapes hang wide open
Allowing prying eyes to find
The empty space to be forgotten
That lies quietly inside
But it wasn't always like this
This deathly dying scene
Once it bloomed and blossomed
And sparkled with all things light
It rattled with gay abandonment
And sang of cherished delight
But death came all too quickly
And took away that light
It cloaked that house in shadow
And bought them to the knee
It delved the depths of loneliness
And silenced any glee
Now they have moved away
To where I am unsure
Perhaps it is to a warmer place
To climes of greater right
To a place where broken people
Can grow back toward the light