A Heart of treason
without which reason
finds no logic to survive

Once betrayed
now a slave
to all it has left behind

A Gentle wind wavers
as time begins
to get in the way
of contemplation

And a jumbled music
contends for and bends
the wayward mystic mind
In the moment of its justification

I wear the colored dusk
of transitory dreams
Between the tepid musings
and the boiling streams
of my solemn introspection.

Ever longing
for the night
Ever drinking
in the grand sunlight
Somewhere between
where I am and what I've seen.

A soul like chalk
lost within the smog
and without a love affair
holding on to the weather
that passes like a summer rain
and somehow tries in desperation
to find inspiration again.

Can you sit with me for hours
and remember days denied?
So I can stroke your hair
as you caress my spirit
under a sea of stars
here on a blanket
where our hearts first died.

Somewhere after the early night
and before the latest dawn
Journey with me my friend
to find the world where we belong

Lay me down
on this bed of dreams
and wash away the pain
Let the sounds
of quiet breezes
cleanse our past away

Let this moment of grace
remind us of things
beneath the snow
Turn back to those days
and return to me in ways
I have yet to know.