whispers
would you ever, could you ever? spin in the twilight and have the stars consume you
It’s December wind in the month of May,
Pages turning without a word
And the flickering street lights fade
The words don’t matter much anyway
As long as the key is right
The final notes they sway
Quivering in place
Fast forward, rewind
We end where we start
And the race has just begun
Cleaning off faded photographs,
The smiles crack
And I remember
"twilight, turning on an instant, the stars set fire to the night!"
I found my muse in a dusty slab of old marble
Imperfect, jagged, crumbling
My soul confided in it what only weathered stone can understand
It was the bloated corpse of tomorrow in the hallway that filled the room with a rotting stench
Green flies feasting on putrefying flesh turned into a combination buffet maternity ward buzzing incessantly to the tune of pomp and circumstance
Against a starry backdrop my eyes drop the ocean into my lap
I fight against the current but drown every time the surface is in reach
A swan drowned in the sorrow of loss, in memories, of colors and sounds, of places, and laughs, of each and every moment forgotten now recalled when the walls have fallen
These words never seen by soft eyes nor by stone, left to the miserable wretch who scraped the bottom of his heart, left to my own review, and loss of hope that drips even now from bruised eyes
Unstuck in time I visit myself and scream silently to change course but its always the same mistakes and never the realization of finality drawing near
The worth of strained vocal chords was cheap and pushed further to the edge the precarious situation sitting hundreds of miles away
That spark was you
I see that now that the light has faded from these eyes
It was always you somewhere deep inside
Holding a candle up to my soul for the world to see
That I wasn’t dead inside at all, you knew the life that grew
The tangled vines that threatened to strangle once they felt the warmth of your touch
If yesterday played out against the velvet backdrop of tonights starry sky, the fight scene would now be a joke and tomorrow wouldn’t seem so lonely
Strangled by beautiful memories
I gasp for air as each tear stains my face
A thousand colors divided, and a soul wrenched from its home
It’s December wind in the month of May,
Pages turning without a word
And the flickering street lights fade
The words don’t matter much anyway
As long as the key is right
The final notes they sway
Quivering in place
Fast forward, rewind
We end where we start
And the race has just begun
Cleaning off faded photographs,
The smiles crack
And I remember
"twilight, turning on an instant, the stars set fire to the night!"
I found my muse in a dusty slab of old marble
Imperfect, jagged, crumbling
My soul confided in it what only weathered stone can understand
It was the bloated corpse of tomorrow in the hallway that filled the room with a rotting stench
Green flies feasting on putrefying flesh turned into a combination buffet maternity ward buzzing incessantly to the tune of pomp and circumstance
Against a starry backdrop my eyes drop the ocean into my lap
I fight against the current but drown every time the surface is in reach
A swan drowned in the sorrow of loss, in memories, of colors and sounds, of places, and laughs, of each and every moment forgotten now recalled when the walls have fallen
These words never seen by soft eyes nor by stone, left to the miserable wretch who scraped the bottom of his heart, left to my own review, and loss of hope that drips even now from bruised eyes
Unstuck in time I visit myself and scream silently to change course but its always the same mistakes and never the realization of finality drawing near
The worth of strained vocal chords was cheap and pushed further to the edge the precarious situation sitting hundreds of miles away
That spark was you
I see that now that the light has faded from these eyes
It was always you somewhere deep inside
Holding a candle up to my soul for the world to see
That I wasn’t dead inside at all, you knew the life that grew
The tangled vines that threatened to strangle once they felt the warmth of your touch
If yesterday played out against the velvet backdrop of tonights starry sky, the fight scene would now be a joke and tomorrow wouldn’t seem so lonely
Strangled by beautiful memories
I gasp for air as each tear stains my face
A thousand colors divided, and a soul wrenched from its home