It's been a while since I've slept
A tranquil slumber, my escape escapes me.
mind running like a river, loud like rapids
holding my breath as it pulls me under.
choke on water, death is lurking, the irony is beautiful.
It's been a while since I've written
a painful thunder, my escape escapes me.

Whatever happened to the moments
we lived for
the moments we lived from
electrifying lives
currents of passion
high voltage that knew no resistance

what do I have to do?
to feel the surge
to feel the spark
to feel alive again?

Is it in the tomes?
Is it in the songs?
Do the muses hold it in the walls?
Is it inside of me?

Searching for the switch
to send me back to passion
To make me feel charged again
to make me feel in charge again

You stood still
Not knowing to run
Or to let it happen

When my cheek touched yours
Your skin leapt upon mine
You were unable to stop it

Just as I was unable to…

Stop the water from the desert
Stop the light from the darkness
Stop the certainty from the doubt

And you let me open the door
Not knowing if I would stay

But it was time

And you closed your eyes
Because no light shall remain
That would blind your passion

I once had
my sweet little girl ask me...

Daddy?
          Yes dear?
Is the little man in the snow-globe, is he happy?

She looked up at me with bright blue eyes,
eyes so deep they were bottomless oceans.
I could stare into them forever.
I took my rough, calloused hands that were sanded with age,
into the gentle palm of her own.
"How could I ever tell her?" he thought
with a gaze so lovingly at her.  
Clutching the snow-globe ever so tightly,
she shook it twice so that light, beautiful snow-flakes
gush in all directions, inundating the glass city..
I smiled, and told my darling:
                                
                                     Don't worry sweetheart,
                           it is only trapped in a perfect world.

                                She didn't seem to understand.