The Gray
Upon your heart I am an alien
and it hurts so bad
as the tears chase the pain
down the valley of bitter memories
while your voice still echoes
a painful reminder of those days
like a sting forcing me into a daze
I still hear your words
your misdirected comfort
and it turns me away
it takes me back to your embrace
Tell me why I should drink from your affections
when I can drown in my own pain?
And like a chile I run to the stream
as I chase the memory of you away
reckless and innocent
I swim into your thoughts
I dive into the unknown
Reckless and innocent
and yet so alone
I run in, through the sunlit fields
I stand in the place of past images,
Golden twilights and tender kisses
Walking wildly, in the soft sand we created
missing the thought of you.
Would you kiss the wounds if I fell
and give me sweet wine?
Me me drunk in your eyes
and utter to me fallacies and lies
See, it won't matter then,
for when I wake it will be like an illusion
a drunken slumber which I can willfully erase.
tell me then, with a liars heart, whisper:
that the thoughts we made, the ones I gave,br> are unchanged,
that your hands still tremble
when they touch my hands, my heart
And the past thoughts of love
like the changing of the rain
the pitter-patter sound of memories
soak into my heart and remain, entirely
when I think of your name...
Unspeakable Thoughts
A smile seen in her heart,
one she knows, like the lins of her face
never forgotten, the reflection remains
Another stare, before she closes her eyes,
hoping to search the mirror, for his unseen face.
She will be able to trace it someday,
when it all falls into place.
She will remember, and recall his smile,
the one behind the endless miles,
behind the space, the tears, that stand between them.
They will stare into those days, those nights,
that have made their mark,
their eyes flirting like old friends.
Apparent to her, the way she left his room,
the way she changed it, and rearranged it.
His pieces of fallen and torn thoughts,
which drifted and yelled,
are lost, never to be found,
as they continue to stare, and glare.
And if nothing else, they will understand
what thing of beauty stood
behind the written messages,
unspeakable thoughts,
unbearable feelings,
and lost attempts at passion,
broken and flawed,
by words
which fail the most faithful, the heart.
They failed, yet remained, in the heaven of their dreams
to be gently rearranged by a glance,
into their rightful place, in the heart.
~Daniel R. Saban
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