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| When my head lies near yours I can feel your mind's hands reach out and feel around my dreams like a hollow space. |
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| I wish that I could haunt your dreams The way that you haunt mine Stirring up, upon my pillow Every waking night. I do not understand, still Who or what you are A faded concept, lost impression Remnants of a memory? But every morning that you leave me I find you've left behind A shine of star within my eyes Or words stuck in my throat. |
| Bare branches claw for low grey skies Swayed beyond a window's frame Small hands press up against the glass They reach in desperation A means, a reason, less fate for her She sees in realization Time, it melts each vow and feeling all frozen expectation The skies, the trees, their skeletons Each pay an alteration. |
| I couldn't see you or hear you But I knew you had come A problem, fabrication, Concentration on one. With fingers wrought by impatience And winter showing its spine Eyes dart to a movement To distract all from time. Not a touch nor a card deciphered words that slipped by Past every glance stolen There embodies a lie. |
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