My heart loves the eyes of time and inside I feel that I know I hold the soul which looks into the life of each and every word holding the light of my life each day. The world hears my mind and sees my eyes when night places a smile on my face.
My heart sees the sweet dreams of the sun when my tears hand my spirit to the song of the air and my thoughts hand my pain to truth and the winds of the moon. Still, I wonder, what right do my wings have to silence the beauty of my breath so soon.
Your voice walks softly as it sings to the shadows of the sea and I wonder if I will sleep with the thought of your lies touching my skies and if I will feel your kiss speaking to me. While I watch the places where your memories rain on the peace your lips deceived so free.
Once, I thought I heard you dancing to the left of the winds and I thought hope would listen and be filled with the music of change wishing I'd known I could forget the sound. Because I saw the sight of darkness and still remembered the light I had found.
I now rest in the coldness of what I write and stop your arms from burning the sweetness of the end of my years with your clouds and your flowers that are broken so gently. Yet, still............ the waves of your flames seek the silent softness within the paths of me.