NOveMbeR

Your electric waves
Linger in the cold breeze
of a Sunday afternoon

And how the empty passion
of an unworthy heart
Capture the scent of your thoughts

I can sense the warmth
Although I know
that our dreamy heart
Cannot touch.

My head spins with the wind
Dark light
And spark beams
Echoes us into oblivion

Chase the morning clouds
With graveyard tears
And hopeful nonsense

Wading into candle lights
and passersby
Whispering . . .
I wanna hold you close forever.

Sunset 'til dawn break
And I can never
burry down a spell uncast
our yearning eyes cannnot save.