Nothing feels right when one realizes it's been to long
my hands misplace thought and these sheets remain empty
These organs fall apart without her underground love
Our late night crossing of eyes, of legs, of lips
Evening's cut short by my idiocy to choose a vision over her sight
I held back from those gifts for far to long
unwilling to share my war with her beautiful landscape
Drifting in and out of the world for far to long now
I've been listening in on late night orchestra's
The integral sounds accompanying the few stars I can see before my coming sunrise
A weak acquaintance, unable to open the sky with its melody
It barely does the job and I am left with clouded blue across my front
Here, theirs no telling how high I must go to capture
my favorite sight,
the beauty these cities destroy with their fear of everyone elses dark
How I wish they'd all stop believing what they hear for one evening
Maybe then I could reach that moment in her bed again
Two hands painting one masterpiece
crossing lines
We kept closer than I let anyone be
Sharing what not even my elders know
I held another's memories
I held love and pain
All forgotten now,
I know
I am more than prepared for the next act.