Sunday, January 29, 2017
The turbulent clouds form a frown,
their sorrow will soon be teeming down.
The tea kettle is screaming
I'm awake, because
My nights won't stop dreaming
Of the last room
You filled with your voice.
The echoes survive.
Sometimes, it kills me to feel alive;
Haunting to know
for a while, we all have a choice...
And where did yours go?
And why would it not wait ?
The bright hour of the morning
Left not a hint of a warning
That the time was much too late.
You didn't think you'd be missed,
You know, that makes me pissed!
I've met the wandering streams
that ran into every smile you've kissed.
Meteors of broken hearts fall
Through the space of each moment
That used to hold your hand.
I stand and wait to be struck
Where I hope the enlightenment will land.
The disappearance of your future
Is the worst mystery I'll never understand.