I love the dancing in those lights of yours
where we cavort in total freedom
did you know I see angels there?

they long for your absence to end
we are all here for you
swinging from midnight trees

let me see you shine once more
lift your flagging spirit
twinkle me your eyes again

every time the thing switches, I hold back my intensity
to appease the discomfort you cut yourself on
yesterday's child has gone missing; how we run together
duration's heavy and frustrations never ease up
reaching out to the hands I yearn for
here now and then into disharmony it falls

the turns and bends on the highway
catch on and burn the tyres, but wheel on
a stop at a lonely cafe and the deed is done.

I will long for the moments when it was the beginning
everything so sweet, so pure
then, I send you still things I hope you like
and try to connect on a level where you don't feel such anger
in a world so filled with demands and wants, needs and cares
you will find me here, always
for you.

inside your head, I live with broken words competing as company
we try every time and almost, it works
perhaps we try too hard?

I gave you things I thought you'd like
now, I feel a total fool with missed cell chance
and silence roaring in my midnight ears.

this skill you hold so high, I am fearful
on tenterhooks, step hunched on eggshell
I'd hate to lose you.

a dual purpose for
always trying
must exist
if lessons come
and knock one
upside down
twice in the head
and twenty in the heart

why duel forever
with heart strings
when the answer
fits nowhere
and mind stings
with truth?

blocks are built high, towering all else
then they tumble down each time
build up, build up and see where it goes
can't go so high up, into the sky

sun will scorch every time
and winds will rip
leaving a host of mixed emotions in its wake

let's hold hands instead
and feel the glow of Spanish eyes
climb into your heart

and just like that, you're gone
out of the atmosphere we know

maybe you left long ago
peace on coast locked

world bays sick interest
in the falling and ailing

once they step from the plastic grass
hungry wolves will come to bleed rapacity

there's no known cure, say poetics of wise
battling the extreme odds, hold on tight, the ride goes on!