Fossils

She's still a mystery

  And on those rare occurrences

when fate guides our crossing paths

I fall silent in her eyes

and a thousand winds wrestle my spine

perhaps it is the peak of mountainous love

piercing upwards through the fog

or simply a strong nervous laugh

who got lost along the way

I admire her bravery

In living life and in love

images of her kiss

are imprinted in my thoughts

much like fossils

of our prehistoric love

Ring Finger

She speaks softly

trots gaily

and dances

like a wild horse

She is the closest

to me

She is the farthest

away

She's like a dream

so real

so strange

vanishing

If she scratched the sky

diamonds would rain

And should I be so lucky to catch one

firmly in my grasp

I would happily tie it tightly

round her ring finger

Verses

I want to love you, but

I don't know what to do about it.

I want to you kiss you, but

I am so scared of the taste.

I want to tell you how

I've waited all these years to tell you, but

I don't bother cause you've

cut off both your ears.

I think about you when

I'm out drinking alone.

I start to day dream with

the pictures on my phone.

I think I need you.

I think I'm wrong.

I feel you moving, but

it's just you moving on.

I read your articles.

I read you mind.

I think about the bank where

you save up you're time.

I'm just a dreamer.

You're just a dream.

I think you love me, but

I'm caught up in the seems.

You want to reach out, but

you don't want to seem vulnerable.

You want your freedom, but

it comes at such great cost.

You want protection.

You want control.

You want the person who

can fill up all the holes.

You're always busy.

You're never home.

You only think of me

when you feel all alone.

You say you're right.

You probably are.

You feel so close, but I

push you way too far.

You never ask me

how I'm doing anymore.

You only assume

I'm the same as once before.

You say you're sorry.

I don't speak.

We're like a sad song

broken on endless repeat.

We're seven verses sung

in discord harmony.

A dissonance heard

by ears of likened hearts.

A major melody.

A minor chord.

The sweet resolve

led into a soft encore.