Weaving space between my thoughts
To untangle messy knots,
For a night that’s bound to be
filled with feelings that are alive and free;
No matter how many colours I invoke
I can’t feel the hands, the rhythm of their stroke
My voice is hoarse, I can’t call my angels to evoke
A frenzy which hungered for each word you spoke.
No matter how much I look for your voice
I can’t fill this space with anything but noise
Sounds dispersed, feeling immersed
In every part of me, lost in a sea…
..of wonder, late nights, and what we had
Thunder, withering lights, and memories that make me sad
I’m a fool for you and the things you do
..and you knew…that you are what I come to;
I feel so many colours inside my heart
Choices I make that set me apart
I move mountains to birth a miracle
To live a story that is lyrical.
There are no questions to be asked
Or fears to be set aside
there is just a peace that lives serene
And a wonder that accompanies my stride.