the space between
..the hope we dream
..and blissful confussion
the time between
..the lies we live
..and when it all comes down
the waste between
..a hand to hold
..and searching for home
the rage between
..the twisted games we play
..and the pain we bring
the fear between
..walking alone
..and needing you
the light between
..finding home
..and hearing your soul's melody
I'd love to find you
somewhere outside my lifezone
I'd love to see you
giving me hope and promise
I'd love to find you
I cannot now
I am not myself now
It's not right for me
it's not fair for you
don't know how much longer
I can hold on
sometimes I feel like going to sleep... forever
dreaming of you
whoever, wherever, whenever
you are
no way, you can't be
afraid like me
you're experienced
you are stronger
you are teacher
I am pupil
you'd laugh at my defences
I'd talk too much
I'd be too uptight
everything I'd gently held
and gently let go
would turn around
and disaster would be real in my head
though, to much of it you'd be blind
I want to pull off this old rind
what?... you feel what I mean?
I feel silly, but myself
let's talk
Take my hand
come walk with me
under the trees
we'll look up at the stars
and wonder
I'll hold your hand
and we'll speak of things that stir the soul
maybe we'll share a glance
that reaches deep inside
and enfolds the heart
take my hand
and savor the moment
with the breeze wafting in the trees
ruffling our hair and sending a little chill
to make us pull our coats a little closer
come walk with me
and sit in the grass
and listen to the music of the night
the moon will glow just enough to light our way
and let the moment take it's course
take my hand
and let our passions be filled
come walk with me
under the trees
and bare your secrets
and know that they will be taken for what they are
a part of you
come walk with me
and share your pain, your joys, laughter and love
take my hand, walk with me
these walls of guilt
keep me from the meadows
or even seeing green sometimes
how will I run free
if my life is this prison of misery
forever myself to blame
hang my head in shame
when whiplash days
bring doubt and fear
so hard now but this
pain brings no tears
just empty regret in vain
please build me a door
a door through these walls of guilt
That time when
it's that time again
that time when day fades into night
that time when
I'd take a few minutes to pick up the papers on the floor
fluff the pillows a bit
and sit on the sofa
and let the bustle of the day abate
that time again
to watch the old tree outside the window
buffetted by the wind and rain
bent and twisted
it's knarled old branches reaching out to the sun
that time of day
when I'd like to feel you close
and hear about your day
and share mine with you
it's a time I must endure
that time when
I feel like that old tree
battered by life's adversities
that time when day fades into night
and I watch the old tree, alone
I'll look the world in the eye
and know
one day I'll feel you close
until that time
does it show?
can you see what I feel?
does it show in my eyes?
the undercurrents that swarm
when you gently touch my hand
and caress
with a tenderness that can
only come from the heart
the desire that is stirred
when your lips press on my neck
with a light impression
sending tingles down to my toes
the warmth of when you put
your arms around me and
pull me close
I feel your heart beating and
mine starts to race
does it show?
when you run your hands down my back
so light, sensual, knowing
slow, deliberate movements that
leave a trace of fire behind them
it burns with desire
and builds to an insatiable intensity
can you see what I feel?
when you touch me and make sparks fly
and leave me craving more
the hunger, longing
that must be filled
when you touch me like that
does it show in my eyes?
the desire that could burn me alive
if its not quelled
can you see what I feel?
all my senses come alive with your touch
does it show?