We weave tapestries Of the tales of our lives With strands of Father Time's beard; Monochrome scenes In shades of silver light And the darkest shadows Of the mind at midnight.
Tell me a story; An epic of glory As we sing and we dance Through the night
Making deals with devils As we pave the endless way With good intentions Trying to sell our souls to gods Whose needs Demean our hopes and dreams With schemes To hold each soul alone Under the light of their own morning...
Dreams bleed Like corpses of rainbows Streaking down contours Rolling over curves; The hills and valleys Of her weathered face. Time would tell her tale no more Her pages spread in chaos Scattered across the floor
He felt the most like himself Dangling below storm clouds A wink away from heaven Hanging on with clenched fists And wispy strands of floating smoke Like trails of silken thread (It was the only way To escape his own head)
We laid on our backs Looking up at the stars As their light pressed softly Against our chilled skin And an early Autumn wind Brushed along the edges of leaves (And whatever was left of Summer nights) Spilling thoughts of frosted meadows at dawn Into the September air.
She stared into the distance ††beyond my beating heart; † † † invisible in the forefront of her dreams † † we are lost in the moments left behind † †† as sands of time turn ashes into dust † †† † † stripping dusty details from the surfaces † † † †† past peels the paint from the playhouse walls † ††without the slightest effort at all † † †whether the weather weathers them more † †† † † † or the weight of the world pulls the walls to the floor † † †† † † † † † † † time tells the tale that we can't tell...
I need to learn to get over myself so I can get over you
Live in the moment and leave the past back in the avenues
When we were still we but before I was me before I even had a clue
of what kind of life Iíd choose.
When thereís nowhere else to move but on When you find yourself standing in the light of cold dawn When silence leaves you swallowed in the pulse of your own heartbeat When youíd rather listen to the sound of your footsteps than deal with the thought of defeat Maybe itís finally...
I built a make-shift fortress made of crumbling walls of plastered seams to hold them all outside safe from tear-stained cheeks and screaming dreams To keep the darkness safely cloistered A fortress to cage the pain from spilling all over the love I long for, untouched
I pulled the empty barrel from my mouth Smoke swirling like candy cotton around my frost tipped interior Lips blue against an existential bus seat window tracing stick figures into the starlight
Her sweet smell still stuck to my heart like taffy ...