funny how I reach for every shadow
as if we were walking side by side
making silly faces in the windows
loving your upturn smile

another sip won't cure anything
numbing myself is fruitless agony

wondering what your doing tonight
pouring over those pictures again?
rearrange them from left to right
remind yourself that was then

another sip won't cure anything
numbing myself is fruitless agony

now you confirm, you were'nt too sure
if your choice was forever
you found out late there was no cure
as you move on for something better
my self pity, this drowning sea
wondering were it went wrong
questioning everything but me
realize its forever, and forever is long

another sip won't cure anything
stop numbing myself would be the beginng

as you sculp me to your liking
trim the rough edges smooth
crush the shavings to fine dust
brush them to the corner
to make me perfect, will fill the room

then when this trophy is polished
to the brightest sheen, insert that
magic coin, so I utter the right words
for your reputation you need to uphold

this charade I'll play, my heart is yours
I'll play the fool, in hopes you love me

but too much brightness, can blind
reaching out, confuse the mind
when dullness sets in, erodes the shine
your yawns come frequent, start to pine
for the next subject in your long line

remember this, as you discard me
the vengence is all mine

just outside the city lines, bout half mile down
stands the old stucture, guiding folks to town
legend says its an arch, pass under it to be free
my thoughts are still pending, not sure to believe
the sun sets early now, as we say good bye to summer
Its shadow seems longer now, least I remember
the people welcome in the fall, the season of colors
the crispness of the air, cleanse the summer druthers
It seems to stand guard, firmly gripping the ground
the people amass and gather round
could it be an ancient stargate, from a forgotten time
built to keep the human race in a lockstep line
now if you look closely, where it bends and streches
the fading words still spells its message
welcome all you strangers and old friends alike
relax, take care, hope you stay awhile

we were like two ships on the open sea
we drifted into each other's path
the horizon grew bright, the sea calmed
my search for life had ended with you

when we came to meet, your eyes met mine
we sailed on the crest of the waves
the sun was warm, our spirits high
and the wind whispered in our ears

but like winds that change in all directions
we found ourselves on differant courses
and with each turn of the world we'll meet
to share a moment of life

this thin line between the mind and the soul
can become askewed
with all the whirlpool of thoughts
bout things we knew
yet anticipation runs wild with all that is new

the soothing sonnet of the humming bird's song
reminds the heart that the past is long gone
and realize that it's here I belong

the trepidation of the future quietly goes away
fears and uncertainties have gone astray
waiting on the illumination of better days

in this valley, tween the rolling hills
the echos of promise is instilled
perhaps now I can find the will

this moonlit evening enhances the canopy trees
my senses are comfort with the warm breeze
watching small shadows race up and down thier limbs
as the crickets sound their nightly hymns

your presences is a must for this stirring heart
hurry now, the anticipation is too much

there is so many words that I must say
only you can decipher, in a coherent way
rearrange them, send them back to me
for only this fool can see

your presences is a must for this stirring heart
hurry now, the anticipation is too much

this is my mindset, when you can't be near
talking to the evening breeze, hoping you'll hear
when suddenly the songbird seems spurned
and he and I wait for your return

your presences is a must for this stirring heart
hurry now, the anticipation is too much

remember the sadness you bare
hallow eyes, distant stares
words coherant, then to scared
hoping for someone to care
listening in a diminutive state
gathering the pieces from your plate
thoughts query, am I too late
to rescue, this ill concieve fate