I left this world last night,
as I lay asleep in bed.
I drifted out of consciousness,
and sad thoughts filled my head.

I awoke with a shudder,
at just over a quarter past five.
My heart beat was erratic,
and my temperature was quite high.

My mouth was parched and sore,
my eyes were a shade of red.
I was numb from head to toe,
and to this world, undead.

I stepped out of bed,
my legs trembled under weight.
I took a nervous step,
by then it was too late.

My world caved in around me,
buzzing filled the air.
I writhed and turned in confusion,
I thrashed out in despair.

The colors, they grayed out.
I was blind to all you see.
I was deaf unto this world,
save the buzzing surrounding me.

I felt as if I was falling.
My world was spinning fast.
I pushed on in tenaciousness,
as I have done in the past.

A black envelope surrounded me.
My heart rate increased tenfold.
Then the sun lit up,
I saw a figure made of gold.

Something happened that night,
as I lied awake in bed.
I took hold of my life,
and found I was not dead.

The black envelope,
merely my thin bed sheet.
The sharp buzzing noise,
nothing more than the alarm at my feet.

The lack of color,
my eyes, they were closed.
But of that golden figure,
my friend, I do not know.

She came to me in a dream,
on a long and sleepless night.
A vision, it would seem
of a world I had left behind.

And I wonder from time to time,
I wonder how she is.
I wonder if she’s alright,
If she’s happy with the life she lives.

People come and people go,
They walk right in and out of your life.
Some mean more than they’ll ever know.
Some haunt you in your dreams at night.

And I still think of her sly grin,
and that sparkle in her brown eyes.
I miss crossing her path now and then,
and holding her in my arms so tight.

How could one so very small,
so frail, and meek inside…
Be the first that I recall,
such a big part of my life?

And I hold on to times we shared,
and think of that world I left behind.
And never once regret I cared,
for that girl I’m without tonight.

Of all my past, I miss her most.
Yet I stay my tongue, and tell her not.
It’s something that she may never know,
but I hold her still, near in my heart.

My love goes out to that browned eyed girl,
who haunts me in my sleep.
To the one who is no longer in my world,
but means so very much to me.

My heart goes out to her tonight,
wherever she may be.
I may have cut her out of my life…
But she’ll always be with me in my dreams.

He sits in a world of thought,
eyes wandering in endless distraught.
Overwhelmed by things once said,
swimming in an ocean teeming with regrets.

Knowing only those bleakest of days,
his skies clouded and pouring the rain.
Towards the heavens he dares not glance,
losing sight of a hopeless romance.

No words ever spoken not from the heart,
dear to the soul, the silence an art.
Knowing not what has come to pass, nor what is to be.
Striving and hoping to one day be free.

She lies a world away,
her thoughts drift home to a familiar place.
Perhaps regretting those decisions once made,
she floats alone as those days start to fade.

Sometimes, late, she cries those nights,
her skies thunder and give such a fright.
Towards the ground her gaze does wander,
a crowded soul and heart beat asunder.

Sometimes by chance, he catches her eye.
Sometimes by fortune, she stumbles into his life.
And one waits for the other, for a moment so dear.
To sweep away the rain and take apart the fear.

But no words are spoken, they need not a sound…
they push aside temptation for the life they have found.
And so they wander more distant with time.
Broken dreams and shattered pieces of life.

In silence they falter, in utter defeat.
That silence that breaks those words they dare not speak.