Something blue

Every few morrows,
I trundle down the hill
With my heart in hand
To give to you

Every few moons
I follow the turns
With my heart in hand
To give to you

A jagged scar
Runs wide and deep
Across my empty chest

It doesn't hurt
Nor do I weep
To carve at your behest

But it throbs
Oft missing a beat
When untouched its left

By even the
Slight subtle heat
of a passing breath

It only hurts
immensely so,
When I retrace the line

And open up,
A cave full of woe
To replace what isn't mine

To put back
A lost heart
Something that don't belong

Something that
Doesn't fit
Something that feels so wrong

For every morrow
I trundle down the hill
And every moon
I follow the turn

And every song
I write, ever will

I know this much

I have to learn

That this heart in hand
To give to you
I bring every time

Ask all the land
And the sea blue
T'was never mine

Somewhere

Beneath my eyelids,
betwixt my dreams,
somewhere you are lost
standing there.

By the fuel of desire,
and the smoke of its pyre,
somewhere you are lost,
and I am standing there.

Mournful eyes keep stuttering,
a melody of the melancholy heart.

In the wisps of my thoughts,
entwined around your soul,
Somewhere we are lost,
Standing there.

You play, I play,
we keep playing our parts.

A never ending story,
told in fits and starts.

Far from my sight,
you find flight.
Somewhere you are lost,
and I am standing there,

waiting for you to come home. 

Me me.

I'm a daydreamer,
a seafarer
of the worlds of wonder.

I'm a simple wife,
a glinting knife,
an unwounded life.

Pick me up.
Oh do!
I can't sit here
anymore than you.

My eyes are full of stars,
your heart is full of dust.
Drink up, as fast as you can.
This bitter taste is not the plan.

Join me.
Someday,
when I'm awfully alone.
Make me sigh
make me smile
make me moan.


It's tough,
but can you love?

The girl who got away

See there goes
the girl who got away
with everything

she walked away with
a satisfied sway
of her ample hips

turned away
with a smile
smug on her lips

and went away
500 miles
on a wandering trip.

I want to follow her
and be together
and be that role
and be her soul

A sigh so luscious
and her tinkling laugh
and those sparkling eyes
and that beating heart

Jumpstart mine too
For I am in you.

Unfinished

You and me,
are an unfinished symphony.
(a bruised knee,
a spot weak,
tap and it falls,
a half turned key)


A page torn,
from the end of a book
leaving you teetering,
hanging on a hook.

Cause no one knows what happens in the end
and it feels like an arm you've lent.
Cause you can't really give it, but can miss it too
and it slowly but surely, turns blue

Remember?

I find memories
lying abandoned
scattered with
the wind of today
to the corners of
my mind.

I mind losing them
Leaving them unaffected
without affection

With remorse or
the promise of guilt
or even a wistful
smile and grin.

I find them untouched
yet they fade
exposed to the sun
Polaroids I made.

Bleached, bone
dry
of original emotion
yet they fill
me up
and scare me.

I find a life
I may never have
known
were it not for
these memory seeds
sown.

So cold

Snow
Snow
Snowing in my ears
Coldly, so gorgeous
Trickling down my spine
dully, so lustily.
Horrid, like a knife.

A sweet beguiling glint,
symphony of my life.

White
White
Whitening my hair
Crowing so royal
Melting into my mind.
Chilling so soullessly
Heavy, like a crown.

A glittery shiny hint,
Weighing me down.