Shining Star
I always wanted to be a shining star...
I hand to you my hunger,
And you breathe upon its life...
Lately, I have been remembering
so much of my younger years...
Even in the storm,
learn...
There was no Juliet
behind these windows...
I'd walk on stones till my feet turned red
Through fire and smoke where angels dread...
From the first hello you lit the sky
A spark...
David will you
Be my sun my moon my sky...
I wonder if you stop or go
When my name whispers through your soul...
I am like those forgotten thoughts swept away
A ghost in the corner where shadows play...
The boxed up room, a prison in my chest
No windows to the east, no sunsets to the west...
My pen is empty the well ran dry
The ink has vanished without goodbye...