Jan 2015
Sitting here I thought I saw you walk into the room
I don’t think I looked up however, reclining in the gloom
I thought I heard the sound of voices, memories exhume
Lost within some late, late hour envisage I assume
I waited for the morning’s dawn, though it did not arrive
It seemed the sun had lost to darkness, how could this derive?...
I realize my thoughts may be untrue, but know that I’ve
Been searching for an answer, or a way just to survive
Survive the anguished thoughts that... had we spoken once again
And gave ourselves that chance to softly talk, perhaps explain
To possibly relieve or somehow stop the crushing pain
If only I could talk with you and reminisce, of then
Your voice is there within my mind, but silent is the sound
I take the car, and listen as I slowly drive around
Then think I hear your laughter as I pass old stomping grounds
The noise then fades into the night,
as the sun it has gone down
Your essence lingers in those places, that you always knew
I feel your presence here... within these thoughts that I now view
Eyes closed to the pool of tears, I have shed here two by two
And so I sit alone and try to dream of talks with you
It troubles me to think of things I may have left unsaid
I need the chance to tell you, all these things inside my head
I’ve written many words that lie in pieces, left unread
Swept out with my hopes, another sleepless night ahead
To sit here in the hopeless hours, and curse the endless night
But dread the dawn that never comes, it’s threat of blinding light
I close myself to all that may remind me, what is bright
It haunts and wounds my time, with no way to make things right
And so I linger in the realm of dreams, it’s nothing new
Attempting to escape the glare of truth, in shining blue
The sky holds no remorse for me, or what I may pursue
Like thoughts of conversation, one more chance to talk…
with you.
Dean Evans
10-21-14
I don’t think I looked up however, reclining in the gloom
I thought I heard the sound of voices, memories exhume
Lost within some late, late hour envisage I assume
I waited for the morning’s dawn, though it did not arrive
It seemed the sun had lost to darkness, how could this derive?...
I realize my thoughts may be untrue, but know that I’ve
Been searching for an answer, or a way just to survive
Survive the anguished thoughts that... had we spoken once again
And gave ourselves that chance to softly talk, perhaps explain
To possibly relieve or somehow stop the crushing pain
If only I could talk with you and reminisce, of then
Your voice is there within my mind, but silent is the sound
I take the car, and listen as I slowly drive around
Then think I hear your laughter as I pass old stomping grounds
The noise then fades into the night,
as the sun it has gone down
Your essence lingers in those places, that you always knew
I feel your presence here... within these thoughts that I now view
Eyes closed to the pool of tears, I have shed here two by two
And so I sit alone and try to dream of talks with you
It troubles me to think of things I may have left unsaid
I need the chance to tell you, all these things inside my head
I’ve written many words that lie in pieces, left unread
Swept out with my hopes, another sleepless night ahead
To sit here in the hopeless hours, and curse the endless night
But dread the dawn that never comes, it’s threat of blinding light
I close myself to all that may remind me, what is bright
It haunts and wounds my time, with no way to make things right
And so I linger in the realm of dreams, it’s nothing new
Attempting to escape the glare of truth, in shining blue
The sky holds no remorse for me, or what I may pursue
Like thoughts of conversation, one more chance to talk…
with you.
Dean Evans
10-21-14
