May

I call upon the Sixth of May once more
somehow, someway to energize my trust
Just make me feel the love I felt before
I was drained by your absolute silence
This tinted, tarnished steel covered in rust
from crying salt stained tears on metal doors
which used to bridge the emptiness in us
lies broken, crushed in anger on the floor
That special moment when we shared a vow
to love within our hearts and nothing less
Whispered words: someway, somewhere, somehow
became our path of love and happiness
I need the Sixth of May to redirect
my disconnected soul from your neglect

Paradeaux

It's not about the flowers --
they're as beautiful and bright as can be
But the longing I feel
staring at an empty chair
and the unfinished cup of tea.

I see you in the music
when I'm searching for tranquility
But the sadness seeps in
my desire still burns
I miss you touching me...

There's a hidden door of truth
where my hopes and fears combine
A shadow stirs pain
deep scars plague my heart
Will they ever fade with time?

It's not about our time lost
or some impossible possibility
But the lonely view
of a life without us
and the unwritten symphony.

Reverie

God whispers to me so I can withstand
the reality that I cannot bear;
Missing your laughter, the touch of your hand,
our simple togetherness we once shared.
But something intrudes and makes me feel cold
A powerful force attempting to pull
me back from my prayer that we will grow old
together. Doubts leave me less than hopeful.
The night's icy air surrounds me but still
the wind's a vessel of your voice to me:
"I'm right here, love. Feel warmth inside the chill
Breathe the sigh between us -- our reverie."
No man, or vain tempest can interfere
with God's whisper that keeps you here.

Off-Key

Twilight. My dreams can't find the perfect tune.
I want to sing your heart to sleep again.
And even if you have to leave too soon,
my path is marked for you to come again
No, wait! It's really I who needs to hear
that calming steady heart beat in your chest!
My heart begins to break remembering
your heart's the place where all my worries nest.
My soul lifts up to nothing in the air,
looks down upon the beauty of our sleep
and the love that radiates everywhere
inside the songs and promises we keep;
I want to be inspiring to you...
Instead, my heart can't find a simple tune.