Inside . . .
my frozen heart your love resides
a sunset kept by timeless sighs
my how it's surrounded by my lies

Midnight hour . . . 
finds me on the edge of poetry
with paper hearts that be
the chains of your memory

Yet . . . 
I reach into my heart
to warm the hands that are so stark
the love that has made it's mark .

Forgiveness . . . 
I ask only this of you
but my pleas are more than the stars above the blue
More than the number of drops of dew

Twilight . . . 
filters through my minds eye
as the time now turns to fly
I turn to night , cold , goodbye