Morning stirs – a dull grey mist,
clouding memories of your tender kiss
And where the angels once gamboled upon my heart
Now there’s just lonely wreckage as the storm departs
I remember when – we laughed in sighs
And we walked through the sands, under the seaside skies
Kicking up fragments – of mother of pearl
And making roads of color into another world.
And where stars blink on, as I close my eyes
And waves curl over, and a heron flies
Where the coast goes dark
From a crimson sky
Its there my cobalt blue
Turns to grey goodbyes.
There’s thunder in your heart and it beats like mine
And when you breathed out a promise I would breath in mine
But while the angels played music on fragile strings
You lost my voice in the lines that another sings.
You were there beside me, when I was alone
But it wasn’t really me that you were waiting on
And we kept paying love no matter what the cost
But love can’t return the time that we’d have lost.
And where stars blink on, as I close my eyes
And waves curl over, and a heron flies
Where the coast goes dark
From a crimson sky
Its there my cobalt blue
Turns to grey goodbyes.
There are oceans and mountains that I’ve yet to cross
And a sun that might rise and melt this painful frost
But somewhere in the distance, of this cold dark night
Is a last angel singing with my guiding light.
And where stars blink on, as I close my eyes
And waves curl over, and a heron flies
Where the coast goes dark
From a crimson sky
Its there my cobalt blue
Turns to grey goodbyes.
Beneath these clothes, and flesh and sinew… is a universe trying to get out. And if I languish to a halt, and weather to dust, I’m only expanding; to be found again, in the dream dust of another.Image from: http://tinypoems.blogspot.com/
