Sometimes the dark of night
Gets the best of us
Faded promises
Glued on top of broken trust
Swimming in your addiction
Drowning on lust
Sailing on this stream of consciousness
Knowing the sun
May never come up
Following the stars
Not guided by much
Just wandering the universe
Reaching out for a feeling
That these hands never could touch

Sometimes there is nothing that needs to be written
You are the poetry
You are what we wish to see when we doze off to sleep, close our eyes and start to dream.
The flash of lightning that ignites the rain
The light in darkness
The remedy to all the pain

Sometimes there is nothing that needs to be written
You are the words
You are what occurs when an angel falls to Earth
The spark in the dark of a lonely heart
The ice that flows through your veins
The fire that burns deep within all the same

Sometimes there is nothing that needs to be written
You are a beauty which defies description
You are the heart of a lion
The shelter from the storm
A burning sunset in its finest form
The Autumn sunflower blooming all alone

Sometimes there seems to be something different
You are all the words I have sat down and written
In other words………. everything this world is missin’

I wish memories were crystal clear
Like motion pictures
Or double-sided mirrors
To the one looking outside in to all your fears

I wish love could light the fires
Wayward embers that ignite desire
Just a spark
To bring light to a corrupted heart

I wish we could live freely
Give us time to reconcile that life’s not easy
Without the rain
Where would the trees be

I wish for peace
But I can settle for hope
Only so many strands
We have left on this weathered rope

I’m not broken
I’m just a broken-hearted man
This cracked hourglass
Is running low on sand
Staring at the shores
Feeling miles away from land
Just crazy enough to follow
Grabbing darkness by her hand
Slipping in and out of sorrow
Never meeting my own demands
See, I’m not broken
But I’m hanging from a strand.

If our love was a flower
Would it be wilted and dead?

If our love was a flower
Could morning rains breath life again?

If our love was a flower
I am the bee
Giving you what you want
Taking what I need

If our love was a flower
What color would you see?
I would see you
As beautiful as could be

If our love was flower
Would we be picked for a vase?
Or would we grow wild like the meadows on the plains?

If our love was a flower
I would water you right

If our love was a flower
You would be by my windowsill at night
So that at mornings birth you could be kissed by my sunlight

Whether sunrise or sunset
Autumn leaves or sundress
The party always seems like one less

Whether rain falls or snow rests
Your beauty escapes no breath
The party always seems like one less

Whether dark days bring deep stress
Your loves what keeps this pen wet
The party always seems like one less

Whether hearts break or re-mesh
Your soul is my weakness
This party just isn’t the same without your sweetness

Isn’t it strange
From getting to know each other
To watching the sun
Turn to rain
Balancing on a razors edge
On the verge of going insane
Maddening thoughts leave eternal stains
Like footprints on the brain
Digging for pleasure
Through the tombs of pain
Relics of what was lost
Someone’s treasure to be gained