Aug 05, 2004 00:05
dark grey curtains match the skyline tonight
through clear glass the streetlights are burning bright
above darkened wood the air flows up to shining stars
and i can't stop these tears streaming down from tired eyes
the snap of unused muscles beats the heart of the unloved
stranger things have happened--ask the rafters up above
they'll tell stories of romantics lost in adventures long ago
seldom tales about wet firewood in chests wishing to glow