Swallowed by these empty promises
Choking on the bitter words
Sinking in the looming silence
Frozen by these empty hearts
Choking on distant memories
Sinking in the desolate haze
Staring through these empty eyes
Choking on the unseen tears
Sinking in the quicksand void
Walking through these empty rooms
Choking on the dusty air
Sinking in the heavy gloom
Alone, and empty

I could stitch the sky shades of beautiful
Hang sadness upon the horizon
Patch multi-hued joy all above
And place a bright light of hope on high
Like embroidery for the soul

The rain trickles down the windowpane
An unsure sentiment from the atmosphere
Hanging heavily from rose petals as they dance
With each new drip, every fallen drop
The water static singing sweetly in the dark

Savor these ordinary moments
Little everyday treasures
Curved lips and playful fingertips
Simple guilty pleasures
Stolen in the passing minutes
That lead us through the endless

You can find me in the quiet places
Where the grass shifts in whispers
And the lilacs lazily bloom
Embrace me
Seek out my secrets
Hidden memories and intimate moments
Hold soft, and turn them in your hands
Lying on the ground, speaking slowly
As though the day were endless

I sit by this river of dreams
Memories flowing freely from my toes
As I dip my blistered feet into its brisk waters
I feel wishes, whispers, and prayers
Lapping at my ankles with the whitewater flow
Withdrawn from the world
Within it

I cast my line into this river of hopes
Searching for a glimpse of that something familiar
That something friendly, that long-lost face, that distant memory
I sit and watch the day slip away
As the gentle waters roll playfully by

If you come searching for me
You'll find naught here but footprints in the sand
But I am here, I am there
You'll find me within you, without you
You'll find me floating
Down this river of dreams

Watching a world of blues and greens
From a gilded cage full of pretty things
Sits a little bird with clipped wings
Singing pure and sweet to all who listen

From morning light to the dusky pall
The little bird perches, enthralled
New stories to tell, a new song to sing
Pouring happiness out to the skies

Perching alone in a world of grey
Singing along for every new day
Until the stars speckle the sky
And the little bird dreams
Of flying

A silent rhythm
Beckoning beats lingering one to the next
Its warmth a soothing touch
Like whispered promises between fingertips
Oblivious to the world outside their union
Compelled by this subtle song
Submitting to its seductive call
Reaching blindly out
A willing prisoner to a softly beating heart

There isn't a bit of me that doesn't carry you
Like a glistening balloon, when the skies stand sullen
Your name, but a whisper no one will hear
A secret that soft escapes my lips when all else is silent

The fire crackles
Flames licking toward freedom
Fading out as soon as they reach too far, too selfishly
I blink
She stands, lonely and alone
Hair tumbling wildly down her back
He opens the door and looks for a moment
In this silent eternity she doesn't notice
I blink
I walk to her
Touching her cheek fondly
Lifting her chin, she looks in my eyes
Sadness, pain, and tears
Smeared across her face
Brushing the hair behind her eyes
I press my lips to hers
I blink
I slip my arms around her
Settling my hands in the small of her back
I whisper softly into her ear
And hold her tight
I blink
He dips her back and kisses her
Lifts her up, carries her to the candlelit room
And lays her down on the bed
He lays behind her
Holding her in his arms
She holds his hands in hers
And smiles
I blink
Passions play in the flickering flames
A thousand untold stories hidden
The fire crackles
I blink

Tidal currents crash within your irises
Siren lights glisten upon succulent lips
Provocative scent permeating all around you
Delicate fingers gently caress luscious flesh
Addicted to the rushing rhythm of a beating heart
Pulled by resonant ballads of a delicate soul
Drawn by lilting cadences of tender whispers
A subtle allure, an enticing, enchanting grace
An elegant masterpiece dancing across the landscape of our lives

I feel your presence surround me
Like ethereal fingers caressing my stillness
A sweet promise of sanctuary
And soothing ambiance
In hidden murmurs
That I am home

The candlelight burns low
I sit still by its side, thinking of you
Scattered memories a solace
For quaking doubts
I whisper for you
The faintest of sounds
Borne on dainty wings
All about me

Tomorrow, you won't remember
Nor perhaps next week
And I may not think of you, too
But sometimes I'll sit
If only to keep the candlelight company
Until the flame finally fades

Worn out recordings
Of drawn faces
Monochrome places
Like letters to no one
Abandoned, forgotten, and faded away
These dreams, our visions
Shelters from the hectic storms of our lives
In a trick of the eye our firefly light
Pulls us in to its kaleidoscope display
Like wide-eyed children
Finally finding the familiar footing of our fantasies
Of our pulsing, beating hearts
This organic mechanic hum
Drawing us toward a silent rhythm
An invisible siren light
Some spend their whole lives through
Scrambling through these shifting shadows
Reaching out for St. Elmo's Fire