Sometimes I find myself lost
Hush, my love, hush
In the thoughts of others and
It isn't long now
I find I fall in love with 4 AM
For soon the birdies wake
Whose silent voice does speak
And the moon must partake
And sing the gentle songs of sleep
*In his final, lonely bow

underground

is over grown

with lost and found

looking up

and looking down

stepping in

and stepping out

cut the ropes

that keep you bound

to your place

in underground

time at times
gets the best of me

time can be
friend or enemy

we sometimes treat time
like some dreaded disease

while hoping that time
for us never leaves

the passing of time
is both hated and like

we all wait for time
to give the final ride

too soon comes the time
to say our goodbyes

as we watch time fly
in the blink of an eye

Deep within me I had a song.
But one morning i wake up, and the words are no longer the same
The rhythm has dissapeared and it makes no sense no more.

In my tiny hands I carried a ***.
Inside it Sweet fragrances of promises,hope was overflowing from the mouth of the ***,
But this afternoon, despite all my strength to hold it tight,
it slipped....and fell...Then it broke.

In my eyes, I had a mirror, in it I saw a beautiful reflection..
I saw nothing but flawless skin,
a glowing image, a smile that shone so bright
But this evening, I look back to same mirror
and all i see is shuttered soul.
Broken pieces, all on the floor
patches of the once shimmering beauty, distorted.

I had a soul
a beautiful attracting soul.
See I believed in the blue skies
But tonight, am sleeping under Grey Dark haunting clouds.*

My Heart is shuttered.

©TheUnspoken

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Call this assurance if you must;
But when it's time to say Farewell
To one you love, it's just plain hell.

There are no words, no healing balm,
To fill the void, to ease the calm;
And not a thing that one can say
Will drive the quick hot tears away.

We look upon the empty chair
And seek the one no longer there;
And so heartbreaking is the pain
We question if we'll meet again.

How grim indeed, if death should be
The Bitter End--- Eternity;
Just some vague dream conceived by Man
And not a part of any plan.

But God has taken such great care
To note the sparrow in the air;
His Love alone can cover all
And Mark a simple Sparrows' fall.

And if he cares for the birds that fly,
then he must hear My Anguished cry;
"Dear God, I yield my grief to Thee
For Thou alone can comfort me."

Lovers love lies