Songs

 

If I’m sitting and waiting does It make me pathetic?

That I would be so eager to hear what you have to say…

Your words are like a drug that I can’t get enough of.

Your mystery drawing moth to flame.

You awaken in my mind a wholly new set of words.

Dropping walls like flies, my horizons expanding….

It is a dangerous dance between words and emotions,

Always teasing to come near the edge…dancing.

I want to hear the song that plays in the deepest parts of your being,

I want to see the shadows you wade through.

Because in me you urge that caged bird to sing,

Opening doors that allow the music of my soul free.