<<<<Cocoon>>>>
The still frames shudder.
I can still hear the sun go down.
Not quite the same this time.
But further ventured.
Guess it wasn’t meant to be had.
It all ended where it began.
Time would heal the wonder.
Change would help erase the pain.
There will still always be a place for you.
Something I can’t quite change.
Nor argue or replace.
Flashes of what has been left behind me.
Still lined with subtle comfort.
Though it’s too fresh of a wound not to hurt.
<<<<Fifth Season>>>>
Stopping to look at all of the starlight in the sky.
Thumbing at all of the pages why.
Wondering what the season has in store.
Realizing that all I wanted was a little more.
A little more insight, a little more care.
What it is I have to say or do for you to take me there.
All of the seasons, wondering when my heart would get some rest.
Every time you come near me, with out my heart beating through my chest.
The different places I have wanted to see.
Hoping you’d be there standing next to me.
Taking a few steps back for my own good.
Where this could go, who knows where it would.
Trying not to read into the distance, or trip on your smile.
If you gave me a few inches, I wouldn’t insist on a mile.
All of the seasons same as always, tried and true.
Though it has been an adventure, my favorite season was you.
<<<<Arms crossed and day dreaming.>>>>
Pages written and turned.
Thoughts spun and twisted.
None less conclusions, still leading me to silence.
You still wouldn’t know who I am.
Since we haven’t yet come face to face.
I am the light that guides you home.
The spring in your every step.
Those few peaceful moments at the end of everyday.
That breathlessness when the sun comes up.
Lyrics and words edited.
Trying to suit my every mood.
No less lines than there are heart beats in my life time.
And I still wouldn’t know your name.
Even if shouted out from the rooftops.
Because we haven’t yet met.
The emptiness that binds my hands.
Behind my back I can feel someone standing there.
The roads I walked and the sights I had seen.
Puddles I splashed in, pretending I were a kid again.
Never the less, I wish I were.
So I could remember how to feel that way again.
Seeing everything for the first time again.
The joy it brought.
The smile on my face would have spoken a thousand words.
I flipped through these pages.
Tracing the lines.
Matching the contour of your face.
Or how I thought it would be.
No, because we haven’t yet met.
<<<<Grandma and Grandpa (guidance)>>>>
Once fell apart at the seams.
Casting shadows upon my unwritten dreams.
Now sailing away into the vast unknown.
Save my heart, I would rather do it alone.
If there were a warm bed to stir, I would be back.
Grasping everything I own under my left arm, staying on track.
Couldn’t let a fall set me aside.
Vast nothingness, no where I could hide.
Stormy nights, crying sight.
If were so easy, I would give up the fight.
Laying my head on written rock, a place of rest.
Not that of my own, before she passed my face she caressed.
Letting go, the reason for learning.
Another hand to hold in life, all are yearning.
Never knew the true meaning of love until they were away.
Finding out that it wasn’t your turn to stay.
How bout’ that, there wasn’t anything I could do.
There are some many things I wanted to tell you.
If only you stirred my dreams, maybe I could sleep.
My whole heart, I gave for you to keep.
With all that was new it couldn’t make up for losing you.
Set aside from the unexplained, it had to be one of you two.
Sheltering me from some of these storms.
Walking the miles through these corridors and dorms.
Measuring every move I make.
Absorbing it into your being, you take.
Whatever you are or were, you still make your presence known.
So that for the rest of my life, I will never be alone.
<<<< Slept Fast>>>>
Slept away the oceans tides, kept away from my comfort.
With nothing but a pillow case underneath my head.
A dreamers pillow knit with captured dreams.
Such twills could never compare.
Nor grasses or sands couldn't encourage my slumber to escape sooner.
A beating heart and the constant motions dragging this poor pen across a page.
Besides the waves rolling in and the rustling of the palm leaves.
My heartbeat conquers any sound.
More alive and aware than ever.
I'll know my place when I return home.
A renewed sense of togetherness.
I wouldn't settle for less.
Driving down a path of comparison.
Filling the emptiness with fire to keep these dreams moving.
Couldn't let a misshapen moon effect my mood.
Guiding my intentions by starlight.
Measuring balance with the tides.
Finding season in the wind.
Still a steady finger lays rest on the gas.
And a heavy foot on the brake.
But I'll keep looking forward to tomorrow.
Even if I did sleep away yesterday.
<<<< Bit's & Pieces >>>>
The dusty shadows could say no more.
Finding lights leading to happiness.
Where they all disappear.
Spoken words following uneven lines on the road.
Casting shadows in the sand.
The lines breaking every time I turn my head.
Unwritten truths you know they're already there.
Somewhere my heart lies in between.
I can't start tailoring my thoughts to suit your mood.
Roses like vines.
They twist and entwine.
The color of hearts.
Filled with wrath.
Walking an unspoken path.
<<<< Nameless >>>>
Turning down the clock, the sun slowly rises as I begin to fall.
My heart beating quickly, my breath beginning to find me again.
Such a change in value, constant motion.
Slid down a few notches to just concentrating on breathing.
Or how many times my heart beats.
The nights skies could only tell me how the night went otherwise.
Everyday the birds singing me a lullaby.
Never the same song, the only constant thing is the moons phases.
Such an effect it does have on the way I fall.
Some nights I found myself sleepless, others found in great company.
<<<< Twice >>>>
Searing lines, double vision.
The threat of my heart breaking more sure than the sun is intense.
Shouting promise from the rooftops of every dwelling.
If you stood correct the walls wouldn't be caving in.
And I on the other hand would sleep until all my dreams became a reality.
The lines that weren't rehearsed would come to you in dreams.
Not like the angry shadow that hangs his head above you while you slumber.
The eyes I have stood before wouldn't shake a fist in my direction if I were to loose sight.
Because one could only hang onto something so slight for so long.
If there were tears to part with then I would be the rainmaker.
And you my castle, a monument not marked because of your certainty.
Me an unjust placement and you, a variable mood.
I've seen this come and go twice, who would challenge a joust thrice.
One could only know which way the wind does blow.
Or how hard the rain does proceed.
My armor and guard up for fear the castles walls might come crashing down.
And I fear that for a while I would see outlines where you once stood.
Burdening double vision, I just might sleep and loose sight of tomorrow.
Thinking this was all just an elaborate dream.
<<<< My World, Fragmented>>>>
Traffic, moving trains.
Faster than the thoughts in my head.
The sun will soon rise and you haven’t woken yet.
I on the other hand haven’t fallen.
Faster than the misfit stars.
Tomorrow will come one day.
For now I would rather bask.
In this mock silence.
Wind, it blows.
Faster than the money I love to spend.
My pocket book will soon familiarize with holes.
And I haven’t a pot.
But I am happy with this smile.
And for now it would satisfy me.
You, sleeping in bed.
As lightly as my touch.
With out me by your side.
Just as I would if you weren’t here.
To capture my nightmares.
And ail my fears.
Burning, this cigarette.
Watching it fall to ash.
So used my crutch, I don’t like you.
No, not anymore.
You keep taking from me.
This gift I was given.
Me, found a fool.
To be disrupted by this noise.
And the sun that rises.
Sometimes I shun you away.
And close all my windows.
Lock all my doors.
Spending all of my money.
On fairy tale wishes.
And cotton candy dreams.
A fool, I was.
And tomorrow a lucky woman.
Waiting for your return.
A comfort I do notice.
And take note well.
Something unlike any other.
The sun that rises.
You.
And the noise.
The sound of my beating heart.
Once turned to ash.
My easement.
Your touch.
My ailment.
Just knowing you are here.
And that I have returned home.
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