Flying through your window,
a silhouette inviting
to rest on pages of an open book
full of inconsequential writing.
Stories crowded with rhymes
and hooks
Of beggars, singers, lovers and crooks.
Like the lore of pain in Country songs
its passion diluted and suddenly gone
into the abliss of Perhaps and Ifs,
once a nagging thought now set adrift.
...amp

I've never been a chronic sharer
I always hoarded all my thoughts.
I waited patiently for you to care
But you were afraid to connect the dots.
...amp

My bed is empty, the sheets messy,
my pillows need some talking
for my thoughts are frazzled
and quite frankly, a tad baffled
at the eagerness in which you
left me this morning.
...amp

Tell me where is the path
To that which I once had
To that deep rich boundless love
That I, the reader, can only dream of...

Tell me, where lies my heart
Damaged, splintered in shards.
As his, pierced by the arrow of death
Which in turn took captive his last breath

Tell me, where has he gone
When the night sheds to dawn
When his light, his aura fades
Into a darkness, a tunnel of grey

Tell me, when will I breathe again
Without a pain that can paralyze
Without the river
drowning my heart
from all those tears that I've cried.
Please stop them from tearing me apart because
I've promised to keep them all inside.
Until that one morning, when I awaken
and know that each step taken
will be for you, my friend.
Because you showed me so much, even up to the end..
...amp

How can you recall what you don't know?
Your path to memory scatters
Recollections appear quick and slow
A stalker of vision, of life's chatter.  
Do take a look at your footsteps
to see where you've come from,
veer off that snoney path of regret
and celebrate your will to carry on.

My heart needs some sorting
to relieve it of its clutter.
I'm afraid once sanitized
it may lose its vibrant colour
...amp