Your colored flags wave in the breeze, and with them flutters my
beating heart.

Your cacophonic symphony rings in my ears, and with it sing the
thoughts in my head.

Your smells tug me in every which direction, and flavors dance
upon my tongue.

Your trottoirs are filled with a million eyes — with men, women,
children of different creed and color. They are them, and I am I, and
together we stride forward.

Oh! What have you done with me, Atlanta?
I was only a lonely, aimless cloud drifting after your twinkling
lights.

Out of the
Black veil of night,
Crystals fall,
Dancing
In the icy wind,
Illuminated by
The yellow glow
Of streetlights,
Along the
Winding boulevard.

The sultry summer winds
Rush beneath my feet.
The past melts away.

I came for you,
And you had come for me
The crown finally in our reach.

The winds howl so loudly,
Running to here, separated.

Oh! I only know,
Know that you'll take me with you!
Wherever the winds may carry us, my beloved.

Magical worlds left behind in haste,
But those distant paths, they'll all lead us home,
You need wait but a moment!

Oh! I only know,
Know that you'll take me with you!
Wherever the winds may carry us, my beloved.

Oh! Do not leave me behind,
Wait and I will come, my beloved.

Photos of old,
Portals into a forgotten time.

Stomping feet upon fields of green,
Smiles and shining Eyes.

Where is the innocence?
Or the meaningless cares?

My whole life I've looked from within.
Now, from outside, I gaze at the ruins.
The sultry summer winds whistle inside,
Motions of the ghosts of a fading love.
In broken glass, their faces reflect.
In the walls, their laughs echo,
Echoes of times once past.

Here,
Someone once meant something to someone.

A small waterfall rushes down mossy stone
And bubbles all the while.

A chilly wind rushes through the trees
And gently rustles the last leaves of fall.

The morning birds song,
The leaves crunching beneath my feet.

A lively and pleasant conversation
On this sun-filled Autumn day.

Who will remember
The days of those snowy Decembers?
Or the pale orange glow of fading embers
Under the canopy of dark timber.

Who will remember and be glad?
My, The Times we had.

The corridor of memories,
Lively, warm, young,
Now fills with silence.
There were our fading footprints
Remain.

Dreams, damning truths,
Long locked aways in the confines of my heart,
Now freed, burning like kindle wood,
For the fire of your rage.

I drown out your screams and tears,
But from ourselves,
We cannot run.

You say "Leave,"
"Leave us."
How can I?
How can I leave,
If I am still yours?
Yours.

Night, sitting by the window at home,
All alone, next to the phone, feeling like my heart is on loan.
Trapped, by my mind and its dark thoughts.
The truth, it ain’t ever fun, and I can’t even run!

Summer days, quickly ran away,
Took my heart and my pride.
Now I’m all torn up, can’t believe you lied!
Got me searching far and wide, just for some peace of mind.
I can’t bear to grieve, so please don’t leave!

I, can’t force myself to say,
Those three simple words, to this day, living my life in disarray.
The pain! Buried inside, deep below,
Oh! If only you would know!

Summer days, quickly ran away,
Took my heart and my pride.
Now I’m all torn up, can’t believe you lied!
Got me searching far and wide, just for some peace of mind.
I can’t bear to grieve, so please don’t leave!

I feel like a small gift,
Wrapped in layer upon layer
Of shiny wrapping paper.
Now, it's being torn open,
Only to reveal that it was broken.