TORTURED SUNLIGHT

Only remembering things that have not yet happened

I nail the dream of you
to the back of my mind

until the memory of you
bleeds & bleeds &

pleads with me
to un-dream you.

Your kiss is a shadow
tortured with sunlight.

Your touch is a page torn out & thrown away.

Your absence is a hate
I create & re-create

to torment a mind

that only remembers things that can never happen.

far away seems so close in your eyes
and you push your blood away to
feed the wind or some whispers
unimaginable to the full
my torrid eyes see the sky full of scars
sometimes when
the moon is full of boom
all I feel is you

I've done enough burning bridges
And being burned
And in all these stories
I've never found a heros glory
Or a dragon to slay
Only a bunch of words
That couldn't make the endings change.

Getting older is getting lonelier
As people fall away and fewer stay
There are too many wrongs
For there to be a right
And even when it will all be okay
When it stops and I look around
The scenery will have changed.

Music lifts one up
It expresses what we feel
Fills our heart and soul
It can touch the world
Connect all of us
Together
Communicate our story
Tell our history and future
Express pain or joy
It can paint a picture
With sound
It can calm or excite
Causing us to dance
It inspires
Lifting us up
Sometimes makes us laugh
It’s a mirror into the best of us
Into all humanity
It’s healing and powerful
We need it
Without it
We are truly lost
It is magic