There are no roses on a sailors grave,
No lillees on an ocean wave.
The only tributes are the seagulls sweeps,
And the tear drops that the lover weeps.

She can still recall
    
       the footprints

that were made ..

oh, so long ago

    Left behind
a thousand footprints ago

Footprints on a path
walked in another time

     Invisible to others

She knows they still remain
      'out there'

   she remembers.

They are eternal ..
       invisible footprints ..
                on a path ..

                        she ..
                   will never ..
                      walk ..
                     again.

i'll spend forever
picking at threads on my sweater
and listening to the wolves howl to my wild side
soon the threads will unravel
and ill be free to embrace corruption

honeysuckle heart, beating so fast
listen in sin the hummingbirds sing
and devour the poisonous pollen

im so tired of ordinary
I need extraordinary
I crave a life filled with magic in the smallest of things
and love riddled with passion and never having to endure boredom
my heart is so closed off
can it open enough to feel a touch of love
it doesn't even have to be love
I just want something more
something extraordinary