Sunday, May. 31, 2009 -
16 nights.
And you sparked on the shore.
Piles of mud and then your eyes.
Lifted, you pulled me out from under.
Beneath.
And I see your eyes in everything.
You lift me.
You lift me.
Fear and impulse.
Your absence triggers me for days.
I search for you in anything.
And your eyes are in everything.
Absence.
And 16 nights.
16 more and you found me.
Decisions and a life.
With thunder and sunshine.
I am paranoia when you are gone.
Disheveled and messy.
You are gone.
And I am nothing.
Absence and something to think about.
Your eyes.
And I carry you into everything I do.
I carry you into everything that I do.
You lift me.
Carried and a past tense of a life that came before you.
Thunder and sunshine.
The moon hides when you are away.
My body, your arms, and I want your eyes on me.
Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.
You are so fucken beautiful.
16 nights and I cut and paste your image into my dreams.
You lift me from sleep.
And I run into a past tense of decisions made.
A future and something to think about.
You give me so much to think about.
Tears and laughter.
We are thunder and sunshine.
It is stagnant and stale when you are gone.
My wings heavy at my sides.
I need to care for you.
Airplane rides and someplace faraway.
Home is where the heart is.
And I can give you shelter.
The lines get blurry and my paranoia grows with every day.
A place near the woods where we can be happy.
And I want to see your smile.
I want to make you smile.
16 nights
and you're here now..
