When the night is as dark as the thoughts that I keep
unable to sleep
I find salvation in the white knuckles on my steering wheel
and the lights that flash by scorch my eyes like fires from falling down satellites
as forgiveness teeters at the edge but then slowly winds away
a deer waits silently on the border of the black.

Staring at the passing headlights
time is torn apart
shattered and broken
like memories rudely awoken in a canyon of wakeful dreams
and a vision on a mountain of crystalline salt
burns in an open wound
here lies the nuance of a heartbeat
pulled from a field like a handful of daisies.

So I sleep outside by the side of a giant tree
and a voice it speaks to me from the marrow of my soul
it is the vaudeville of my heart
filling the fractured, starless night with a burlesque song and dance
with hopes that the subtle hints sent through the Heavens above
from a hollow soul with open veins
will find you tripping and falling back into my arms.