The sweetest music confidently plays
in the evening shade
Moving triumphantly
I lay me down to sleep
Yet, my mistaken heart
still beats afraid
My eyes stop to weep

No one is looking
as my reflection
shows on a drop of tear
The world has no thoughts
of me and mine
Yet, the sweetest music
is still here
Tasting like
the finest wine

Why can I not soar into these notes
my heart can hear
Taste the sweet warmth of this wine
Accept that I have naught to fear
In this mistaken
heart of mine

A warming brush of lips I feel
upon my weary brow
Moving softly,  I lay me down to sleep
Hushing my mistaken heart
and tears of now
Taking my fears away
to keep

A shadow of a flower fell on the way
I looked at the face of you
Too much and too little
Did I have to say
When this shadow fell
On my face too

My thoughts drifted into a twilight of being
Seized the past and blamed it on you
Forgetting that today
Should be all I was seeing
In your beautiful eyes
Of blue

I did not tell you how you make my heart sing
Lift straight up from my chest
Take off in the air as if carried on wings
Or how in your sweet love
I am
So blessed

Instead, I looked for wounds and scars
On your heart and mine
Wondered aloud
How we had gotten this far
Thought I would bleed
If you were unkind

I did not tell you that you are a rose
A joy of blue, shading my crimson fears
When this shadow fell, on our faces
I chose
To hold you responsible
For all of my tears

A shadow of a flower fell on the way
I looked in the heart of you
Yet you moved from that shadow
As if to say
You can trust me
I will trust you

With a golden dish in my right hand
I came to get my fill
Of honeysuckle pleasures
On hidden vines
There waiting for my tender touch
Sweetness I did find
Under the marble steps
Of my will

That old cunning devil flew right by me
My conscious saw him first
A shift of black
Lifting up in airy flight
Yet still I sought out my reward
Though his face I could see
My dish, would be filled
That night

I thought of waiting for my pleasure
Then in a lullaby I rehearsed
I convinced myself to reach out anyway
As I came to get my fill
Of all those hidden treasures
So I sang my song
And put my conscious
In reverse

With a golden dish in my right hand
A shift of black in my heart
I partook of those honeysuckle pleasures
Yet no sweetness did I find
In those hidden vines
When from my own will
I did depart

From a flaming fire, Time hailed the Wind
Because he was enamored
By the way she scattered leaves in gusts so sweet
He celebrated her beauty by running his hands backward
Whirling streaks of fire in flaming heat

Morning beckoned to the hands of Time to see the Ocean wide
To try and end his celebration of the wind
Hoping he would be enamored
By the changing tide
His backward running, he would then unwind

Time’s flaming fire burned higher, as he felt a breeze
Flowing cool, on his quickly spinning hands
No rest would he find, until the Wind he pleased
Ignoring Morning, he moved even faster
Surely, she would understand

Evening persuaded Morning to leave this post to him
Thinking he could stop Time’s ardent quest
Yet he forgot that true love cannot be dimmed
When he showed him all the stars
He loved best

From a flaming fire, Time hailed the Wind
Knowing that she was his one desire
Morning and Evening could never stop his hands
For Time’s love for the Wind
Fed his fire

Are there thoughts that wander like radiant stars
Becoming clear voices, in our memories
Can we be misled and know not who we are
By these planted seeds

Do they linger on in our souls as if they do belong
Leaving visions of our former stories
There buried deep inside our whole lifelong
Awaiting memory’s glory

Will the tender veil be lifted from our own sight
As we look upon a confusing maze
When these thoughts wander into our night
Speaking into memories haze

Where lies our destiny, the crowning of our years
If these thoughts return as they may
Is our future once again the past brought near
To be repeated in our today

She dreams of an accent that flows like silken streams
Plays her tambourine with abandon
Softly whispering in tomorrow’s gleam
With just one look in his eyes
Her heart is won

His shadow glides along her skin, leaving his reflection
Mirrored in the depths of her soul
Harvesting her love in the clarity of his diction
With just one touch of his hand
He has control

I love you, I love you, she hears in the sweetest echo
From each drop flowing from his stream
As the rhythm of her tambourine
Increases it’s tempo
She dreams