The teasing lines that draw me in,
from December’s cold to you,
The haunting voice that fills my head,
when a fleeting glance would do.
Bring it close, hold it near
we mustn’t let it fade.
I live to touch, I live to feel
the rainbows that you’ve made.
A veil of velvet hides my face,
as you turn and walk away
And I search within a world of words
for something new to say.
Like sweet hellos and sad goodbyes
its all been said before.
As frightening as an epitaph
is the closing of the door.
Watch the sun and watch the moon
as they fall down from the sky,
hear the sound as they hit the earth.
My eyes will ask you why?