4/7/19

Passion, am I conquer or a slave to it?
Searching for starlight in eyes, but only the ones that blazes brightly in the dark.
A haunting sonnet that plays in your dreams.
Pushing life into existence.
I call out into a empty universe, a deep blackened space and wait for the sound of your voice.
Kind words play lightly inside of me as I find myself letting go of what I want most.
What is to be, what should be is a song I write over and over.
And over and over, you are the heart of my verse.
My reason to pause slighty in the chorus and my reason to dedicate.
This time,
Hear how my heart aches and celebrates.
Watch me bypass the hurt.