Mirrored she smiles
In the laughter
You share
Her name shimmers
Lightening your way
In the reflection
You feel
Embraced in
The
silence
Of the night
Her breath in
Your mind
Her touch
In your soul
Her name
In your heart
Mirrored she smiles
In the laughter
You share
Her name shimmers
Lightening your way
In the reflection
You feel
Embraced in
The
silence
Of the night
Her breath in
Your mind
Her touch
In your soul
Her name
In your heart
I was able to count
Around the chair
I used to spin from
Here to there
Never reaching
Where I found
The touch with
The one good eye
Mighty Benji
Had a guitar he used
To murder tunes he
Never could have wrote
And I pondered on the sheet
Scratching i felt all I needed
Was a whiskey and a gun
For the shooting of the instrument
Not the player for one is a sin
And one just a plain old crime
And so long Marianne creeped
Into my heart where the tears
Flow crimson from the pain
And I wished she held on like
A crucifix but they knew they
Would laugh when the letters
Had no distance to fly
Or scream or cry about it all
And I could do a puzzle
While others made love
To the night sky
And I could work
Relishing the blood
Tracing the words of
My heart along my palm
And I could read a book
To live within the tale
And forget the pound
Pound pound of the day
Delighting in the night
And the knife could have
Torn but it hadn’t the soul
And I could raise the metal
Hearing its crash upon
My skin cutting my need
Through the scars on my back
And I could love so much
More than the songs can tell
And when my skin felt skin
It moved beyond the touch
Reverberating in the dark
Where the only light
Is the only one we love
Where the crack is thin
But just enough to allow
All we need to feel
The shadow of the girl
Whose name you see
In the eyes reflected
When all you have
Is yourself alone
Their dreams he drowned
Of a spring morning walk
Twirling left to drift
Hung over the ledge
He swam too deep
To hear her lungs
Fill with screams
Of river ripples
Within his mind
Draining the soul
He never knew
He could forget
There’s a picture of a man
They believed to follow
His cross dug deep
In their mindless
Faith and she looks
To change my thoughts
While the roses fade to ice
Melting my heart broken
Resting in the decay
Molten leaves rot
In the sun
And she sings
And she prays
And she cries
Out why
Why does the song
Skip the line
Between the path
And the roar
And broken my mind
Bears the crime
There’s a picture
Of a cross where nails
Split the scene
Of what I believe
The folly of love
Thrown upon the flames
Where the temple tore
Down the steeples
Sting of life’s repose
And I cry
And I die
And I fly
Wondering where
The lyrics found
The line to draw
(Draft of random words)