Friday
Apr012011
Barren Field of Flowers
Friday, April 1, 2011 at 8:33PM I miss the passion that you bled into my ink
You spill across my page like stars in the blackest night
I miss the days when I walked by your side
When I didn’t know of the price that would be paid in tears
I miss reaching out to feel your love and ending up on a cloud
You do that to me you know
Make me reach places that only angels roam
I miss the openness that you hold the key to
Conversing with you is like water
Flowing effortlessly from hidden chambers within heart and mind
I miss dancing under the moon with the prayer to become moonlight
O sweet love take me back to midnight
I whispered your name like a prayer
Your soul must have heard
For you dropped by that very morning
To light up the sky
Oh my, I never wanted to wake
I miss having the strength to miss you
My petals wither without your touch
Fading into ash to scatter across the months, days and years since I
Stumbled into your atmosphere
Naked I lie in a barren field of flowers
I am caressed by the sharp blades of grass
Like the tip of a knife tracing a wound that will not heal
I miss you as the night misses the moon in her dark phase
There is no light without your love
Shall I return to your waltz of madness my phantom lover
So I can stop living a lie
Playing the fool as my life turns into a tragic comedy
I shall never stop missing you
For as long as there is a beat to my broken heart
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