Sunday, November 1




Come..



I'm trying to stall,
a break, a fall
a season without your presence
big or small...

A moment without your thought within
a reason without your name
and the mystery that kept me sane

In the moment and in those behind
the meanings are empty and the solitude benign

In my wake and your words
bring me back what I've felt mine

Come, a morning waits

Come, the dawn's a waste

Come, I've missed your breath

On my skin, your taste
the feeling of breathing akin

Of being with you,
being chaste


Come, I'm complete with that thought

For long in my battles
alone I've wrought


Come.. be my savior
,
my saving grace
I'm holding on to be rescued this way

Come take over,
I've lost my way


Come in my hollow dreams,

be the color I've been trying to mean
be the hope that you seem


Come, light my fire
and lull my nights

Swim through my future
and make my present right


Come, don't leave me now
in bitter distaste..


Come, come far away from the maddening gray
beyond reasons that keep us away
beyond treasons of fate
that long to make us prey

beyond seasons that tell us we'll part
beyond a time when I'll be away

Let's move beyond things
let's move beyond time

Come to me in my sanity
and let me dream for life


Come...


Come back before I'm none..

Come back as anyone...