I cannot feel the burn
as my fingers tear and bleed
all over the notes of your song-
this melody fades in and out
and I am left faltering for chords
to match the glory of your sound.
I cannot sense my vision fade
as I tear my eyes from yours
and fall faster towards my feet
and I am quickly losing the ability
to stand my ground before your light.
Society pushes me farther away
from being able to cope with
these darkened feelings of want-
and I run the rest of the way home
just to avoid the chance
that I may see you
seven steps behind.
I love the way
You miss the point again
and I dream of the garden-
I dream of all the lives
we could have lived-
and wonder why our lonely spirits
chose this world, of all places
to meet again
and fear becoming whole. |