Lonely Step.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I have a love that's almost blinding.

His eyes give me the sight to see,

A common ground I've been searching for.

His hands pull me into arms that save  me from the darkness.

Yet I am afraid to open my mind to the honesty, the fullness

In his ways, he has me mending so fast.

I fear the next day may be my last.

These are the hearts of lonely poeple laid to rest

An unwinding road that begs my feet to test

I keep wandering into his hands

Praying he will understand.

Moments too soon and I'm counting my scars

Falling in love with where we are.

Stop shaking like the sugar on his skin

And move my nightmares into dreams again.

Author's Note

05.12.2014