To sleep-
that would be a welcome thought...

Voice:
calls to me through the speakers...

He called her is rose
a bud she was- rather...

All eternity untangles beneath your fingertips
As they gently kiss the strings...

Enchanting- to pick a word
however wrong it may be...

You’re like any other, just shove it down
go on and wonder why...

I can’t write like this...
Left every line blank...

Take my hand-
draw me in...

Has she told you?
Her eyes don’t lie...

His ashes scattered in the wind.
The wind, caresses thy skin...

In the morn, the birds do chirp
The crickets hum their simple song...

You always say that life moves on
The sun will be up at dawn...