RSM0812

The lonely

Mesmerized by a lonely point of view

The many see eye to eye

The lonely step through

To somewhere far but not so new

They have been there more then a few.

A pinch of dirt or grass that spreads

For mile upon flattened mile

Sits a manor there instead

And little did they know

As sure as the wind still blows

That all of them within this rhyme

Will all end up just as dead with time.

I close my eyes, she closes hers

Imagine if you will

A locomotive of sinful lust

A breeze that doesn’t blow us still

Our passion must.

I heard her cry, I heard her scream

I’m not sure when or where this dream

Has led us to, so through and through

Entanglement of souls, we travel

A battle that persists

With the flick of my steady wrist

For always shall there be

The difference there between

Them and you and me

For only we can see, the fall of angels like maple seeds,

In forests laced with gold

And paths of very old

I cry, I scream again, lost in this unatural realm

To find my way away

A better place then here

A reflection in the mirror

Is it not me I see, Is it someone else entirely

Please let me in, let me come home

To a place of love and hope

Built up with castles made of stone

I want to sit a while, embellish in my trial

And find utopia in the sweetest smile

Have I found the answer that I seek?

Or is it lost like some antique

Collecting dust on a hidden shelf

In the barns of the lonely.

Sitting, waiting, all by itself.