I am-
sugar sweet stuck-
On the idea that something
Is better than nothing

The voices of the dead serenade me
To sleep.
From across the vast expanse
Of time
They whisper soothing nothings.
When alone
They comfort me and gently reassure me of
Better days.
Their voice, their ghost, their everlasting breath haunts
My thoughts
And remind me that I am only mortal;
A gift
Not often remembered.
Wisdom from
Beyond the void of death frozen in song
Making me
Miss those I have never know.
No one
Has so gently crooned verses of strength and love
To me
As the beautiful voices of the dead.

I used to wonder
Spend my time daydreaming
Wishing she would
Reciprocate my feelings
But now I know
Now I have no doubt
I know exactly
How she feels about me now

I miss you
I wish I could see you
Remembering
Your smile is
The highlight of today
I have an idea of you
That I'm falling for
I know it isn't you
But that doesn't
Stop me at all

Her eyes become impatterned
Her lips spread apart from the idea and light up the dark

the bulb fell apart
the light went out
the idea is gone
the dreams torn apart
your life long goals
crushed in mere seconds

Should a leader
have the best ideas
and be able
to recognise the best ideas?