The rain softens the leaves that have fallen.
Pushing some life back into them.

Hopefully.

I’m drenched in more than just the sweetness.

A feeling of comfort.
A feeling of being understood.

Finally.

But everything is backwards.
The emotions.
The speaking of them.
Everything.

But I don’t care.

I’ll wait till spring.
Or however long it will take.

For the rain to put some life back into me.

Empty.
The room.
The bed.
Everything.

A soul searching for something more.
And leaving me behind.

But we will meet again.

That, I know.

Show me the sunshine and I’ll show you the heat.

We can teach each other many things.
Like how to dance on the moon.
Or when to pick the perfect apple.

The night calls out more names than I’m used to.
But you show me how to listen carefully.

And you hold my hand through it all.

Your eyes are closed, but I’ll guide you.

We’ll set the sails and carry on.
Open mind, open sea.

Where time and space don't matter.
Only our lungs can move us there.

Light the match and watch it burn.
Show me what you know…

And I’ll lead you to it’s finally resting place.
A proper funeral for a necessity.

Nails and screws.
Built on nothing more than hope and faith.

I’ll save you from the nightmares at dawn.
So hold on.

Sand and sea.
Salt and air.

Though the air tastes of sweetness.

The stars have aligned.
Galaxies begin to explode once we kiss.

Chemistry is being made.
And no one else has discovered it.

So we’ll float through the stars…
Weightless.

Breathless.

And when we touch…
Everything speeds up.

The planets move with our bodies.
The stars keep pace with our hearts.

So tell me everything there is to know.
And I’ll listen to every word.

My dark passenger is asking to drive.
But I refuse to let him.

I know where he wants to go.
I  know what is waiting for us.

But I won't let him tempt me.

The burn of the alcohol kissing my lips...
Now just a memory.

So tempting, so very tempting.

Rain drops kiss the flowers gently.
And we’ll make love with the light on.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

My mind may be scattered, broken, or insane…

But I don’t care.

Do you?

Time keeps slipping away.
And we watch it fall into the abyss.
Forever lost.
So we think.

The silence is here now.
Have we hit our target?
Not yet.

My insanity keeps me awake at night.
Insomnia seems so routine.

Where dreams become just fragments of memories…

The streets are still hot from the summer’s day.
And I can’t help but still feel so cold.