When you look at me my love What do you really see? The ashes of a lost soul. I have no Phoenix to rise in me. Only a slow burning candle That one day will extinguish without notice.
When you touch me What do you really feel.? I am like ice, so cold inside. I need to melt in the sunlight I want to let in your warmth. Before old age will extinguish my light. To find out who I am. Fill me with creativity once again.
When we talk my love What do you really hear? The musings of a wannabe poet Pouring mediocrity from A faded lexicon.
Why do you still support me? A man who is callingΒ Β for the candle to burn and release him. A boy still afraid of the darkness. A man-child needing your softness. Still seeking myself after forever.
My dear Lord, Oh God If you can still find me. In your deserts of the sands of time. Where I am but a grain of sand. If I am not one of your lost souls . Take me to a place where I can see. A mountain top, a clear sky, an eternity. And fill my soul with all that is you. And in the strongest holy truth. Tell me who I am*.