I dug a trench
to keep you close
growing the hedges
with rope and hose
I filled a moat
to keep you in
a buoy, no boat
if you tried to swim
I planted flowers
bushes, no tree
lest you could climb
and found you free
I paved a road
there you cut a path
far from the garden
away from my arms
now I’m building a bridge
across a sad sea
if you ever decide
to come back to me.

It may look like I'm silent
But don't let it fool you
I'm holding back the will
To say that I love you

i believe,
even the stars
get tired.

when the night sky
had folded them away
back into the darkness

and the moon,
that lonesome thing,
has doused itself in shadows.

so will you too, my friend
shy away from the light
as if it would burn
if it reached you.

maybe you feel,
you just are not strong enough
to face the day.

that the midnight hour
is a broken thing

and oh, the silence
is deafening.

and you and i know, even the stars
are tired.

you mourn for them
as their light expires.

Some women belong to the Spring.
They're meant to bloom,
but they were never yours to keep.

be gentle break of day
ease in with soft foreplay
waft the smell of roasted bean
quiet, alone..stay the routine
sweet pastry, taste you tease
make perfect, morning breeze
dim the bright of sun's first light
achieve these for my love's invite