she sits...

with only the sea to caress her lonely breast
she sits with her lover and dreams

of a time when life did not from her wrest
days without light leaving just her dark screams

.

.

.

o' holy grace...

whispers of your shadow sweep 'cross my lonely face
takin' me to that other place
the place of blood red moons
where stars come out at noon
and mornin's go to bed
with nothin' left unsaid

shadows of your whispers sweep 'cross my lovin' face
takin' me to that other place

 

the place of
holy grace

.

.

.

liquid moonlight...

 

moonlight spilled onto her skin

seeping its way to her heart again

 filling her sleep with its liquid gold

keeping her safe from the dreary cold

of nights no longer warmed by him

and days no longer light but dim

.

.

.

two broken hearts...

 






in that moment of time stood still
in the silence of my screaming heart                      
i felt the sting of satan’s will
when from our love i did depart

and so i live in darkness void
where day is night and night is dead
with both our hearts now destroyed
and nothing left to be said

since from our love i did depart

leaving behind two broken hearts

you would be mine...

from the begins of time

you would be mine

if the seas did not us separate

if the winds did not blow us apart

and if the gods betrayed us not

till the end of time

you would be mine

.

.

.

if i go away...

if i go away
if i stay away

will you love me
still

come what may

for my heart will stay
      
if i go away
if i stay away

because
i love you
still

and
i
always
will

could you not see.....

could you not see
what love had done to me
could you not see
for us i had to flee
could you not see
i had to set you free


can now you see
and forgive me

simply...

when i think of you

i do not think
of your being there
of my being here
i simply think of you

we both knew...

we both knew there’d be a day
when i would go away
that i could never stay
i’d have to go my way
the sun held at bay
and night would come to stay
the stars no longer shine
and cry you are no longer mine
since i went away

but my love with you stays

always

.

.

would you like to hear the words spoken?

frozen time...

i carve myself

a dream of you

from frozen time

and steamy thoughts

a dream in which

the world is ours

and love need not

be slept away

the world of pearls...

remnants of shattered dreams drifted round her like so many strands of broken pearls

pearls that no longer had a string

pearls that had long since lost their effervescence

lackluster balls no longer a part of anything whole

these streams of yesterday’s dreams drifted to the splintered floor of her life empty without him
daylight became just another torture to be endured
countless hours of pretend in that world of if only called reality

and night

night alone in her dream world of him

night

the burning hellfire and brimstone scratched from the pulpit of her southern baptist childhood

night when all else was shut out by the darkness she had come to love

darkness hiding the sins of her heart

the lust of her soul
darkness where she became who she was

where she was no longer alone

but with her thoughts of him

of them

darkness where all sins committed were well worth the price of admission

yes

nights when memories held her close

caressed her heart

whispered softly into her ear

nights where dreams were the playground of their desire

their love acted out
love acted out under moons apart

and lives apart

her

in the dreamworld of broken pearls
him

in that other world

the world of reality


would you like to listen to the words?

shadow walk...

 i walk the lonely streets
phantom shadows without you

and see the world around me
bleak and empty without your presence

i hear the sounds of music
made silent without your laugh

and taste the dark sweet chocolate
turned bitter without your lips

i smell the flowers’ fragrances

turned foul without you

and feel the shafts of sun upon me
turn icy cold without your arms

i sleep away the darkness
made hellish without your touch

and speak the language
of loveless words without your name

i write these words
indelibly spilling from 

my bleeding heart

and dream of days now gone
of life with you

would you like to hear the words?

and i feel it still...

 















in the silence of the stars

spilling from the skies
in the blue indigo of your crying eyes

in the crimson tide of time stood still
when of my own free will

i turned and walked away
that cold dark day

i felt the sound of your heart break
when our love i did forsake

and

i feel it still

...........................................................................

the liquid sleep...

moonlight spilled onto her skin

seeping its way to her heart again

 filling her sleep with its liquid gold

keeping her safe from the dreary cold

of nights no longer warmed by him

and days no longer light but dim

.

.

. 

the sound...

the sound of silence

deafening to my heart

since we're apart
.
.
.

she tried it all...

she tried it all

to fill it up

to fill it in

all those empty spaces

all that life wasted

where to begin

in time with no end

arms that held her tight

held her close through the night

lips that kissed her own

but none of them were home

where was her heart

since they were apart

she tried it all

to fill it up

to fill it in

she tried it all

.

.

and now?

and what of you when she went away

when she slipped from view that cold dark day

did a part of her remain perchance

remnant of your swirling shadow dance

and what of you when she came back not

when she slipped from you in a loose lover’s knot

did a piece of her lodge in your heart

remnant of your mind’s work of art

and what of you now since she’s been gone

when with her she took your brilliant dawn

and what of her since she slipped from sight

when with you she left her beloved night

and what of her since she went away

when from you she left ‘fore judgment day

and what of you

and what of her

now

now

that she’s

gone

and

you're

both

all

alone

what of you

what of her

.

.

.

she thinks of him...

she thinks of him
on days cold as
the arctic winds
his absence now
the frigid echoes
of time gone by

on days hot as the
burning desert
his loss leaving
ripples of crimson
across her broken heart

on days drenched
in dripping tears of the sky
the vacuum of what
was him filled with
liquid vapors

she thinks of him
on nights sparkling
like diamonds cast
upon black velvet
dark reminders of
of their silent love

 

on nights crisscrossed
with nature’s raging power
keepsakes of their passion
held now in the closed box
of what was

on nights inglorious
nights devoid of light
of movement
of life
of love
of them
 

she thinks of him

this heart of mine...

take this

my weeping heart
that cries in vain
for your lost name


take this

my bleeding heart
what can it now impart

yes, take this

my wounded heart

it was yours

from the start

take this

my heart

this crimson vessel...

heart’s so full

of dark gray clouds

got me in its pull

wanna scream out loud

                       

but sound don’t come
to a heart heavy as mine
thoughts turned numb
stayin’ alive just to pine

seems the skies above
feel the same bleak way
weepin’ my loss of love
drippin’ sadness night and day

rains come down
deep into my soul
so ‘fraid i’m gonna drown
and it stings me so

trickles down thru my flesh
strippin’ ‘way all that’s left
leavin’ nothin’ but an empty mess
like a sinister theft

hurricane winds of despair
leavin’ my mind tossed about
can’t rebuild can’t repair
this crimson vessel
full of doubt
.
.
.
.
.