She sings to me dearly
And to be weary, oh, I become,
Soothed by the tender paean
Of a songbird still too young
To fill my dreams yet unearned.
And come or no, the sleep futile
Does naught to hinder the imagination,
The creation of a thought brought on
By words placed in a cadence to be sung.
And on I yearn,
Held tightly by a voice angles envy,
A pitch that calls to the dogs of men
And whispers softly the dying wishes
Of those who gave in to dejection.
And it is with affection, I write,
Seeking reprieve from a world
Still wrought with insomnolence.
So save me, oh blissful voice,
And sing to me the song of my addiction.

Rivers wash away fears and rains hide tears.
The truth is hidden behind closed eyes
Clenching shut the hole to the soul
While water drips from the seal of the lids
Pretending to be rain and not sadness.
You can look up or away or right at me
But the eyes cannot hide your frights
Whether closed off or with blinding sights.
You can run away again to escape but
Rapture is just a word and fear has a strong
Will of its own and even better endurance.
So give up that insurance and look straight ahead
To the man who stares back with rain-soaked tears
Of his own. And own those fears like a badge
That shows your soul has fought for its right
To sow its own. All alone.
Standing in the waters from the sky like a
Bird flying by on its way to some place warm
And you want to flee south. To the sun and alone
Where tears dry before they grow to show
What your words refuse to let go.
But you’re not alone. And these rains only wash away
What was never a part of you in the first place.
So let the tears flow. Like the crying of the sky,
It shows no shame and neither do I.
Don’t be afraid to be like us and let the fear
Fill the lack of trust so that I may wash it away
Like the rains of another day have done
To the earth and the birds the same.

She sours up the wine
Brings the bitterness, delays the drunkenness
Ruining a perfectly good evening like it even matters
And when the night sky comes
And the dark, damp air of a sober evening calls
It will be her phone that rings
With the everlasting affection of a man
Drunk with a thirst never meant for quenching
Brilliantly, seductively, she moves through the mind
Like a silk sheet flowing in the wind
So gracefully, so carelessly
And it burns to think that the wind travels away
Taking with it a memory of a time that never happened
She sours up the wine
But I keep drinking

Dreams in the evening, nightmares the whole night through
And when love comes floating back
No one can see it but me
I bleed love, sweat regret
And every word spoken is a cry for something more
Silence falls forward and, Jesus, can these demons hold their liquor
I’m drunk on you