Somewhere Bright With Promise

Walking alone on a cold night, when the imagination stirs...

Passing the grave yard
footsteps tap behind me
I turn to look
but
no one's there
I keep walking
antique moon working magic halos in the sky
cool fresh night
ghost steps walking behind me
my magnetic heart craving to be pulled
somewhere fresh with promise
silence the noise
there's a lunatic on the loose out there
someone cut a local's head off by the railroad tracks
I think of a killer following me
 
An Iron hand curls up into a  fist inside my anticipating mind
 
lynch my lyrics above the mad house
may they spill and shatter across the glass top
 
In a writer's eyes lurks the danger
 
intoxicated pages buzzing fast in flight
intrigue all my senses, burn the system down
 
YOU CAN"T REGULATE THE WILD unless YOU WANT TO BE BIT
 
My Rain is tapping on your windows
these tears will dance on glass
 
I'm walking by the grave yard hoping to see the dead
 
Do their secrets gyrate in unknowns?
 
 
In a writer's eyes lurks the danger her glinting daggers hitting point.

she's stalking you thru the alley hungry to strike your heart

 her ghost steps on your heels a cold night wind at your neck

reckless as a suicide or a starving falcon taking flight from its nest.
 
In a writer's eyes lurks the danger she will traumatize you with her pen, leave you hungry on the streets, or take you beyond to dream,

 she comes rushing out of nowhere, desperate and alone, gun in her hand, she shoots you in the face then offers you her other hand and lets you live again.

 

she cradles the moon in her arms, controls every tide, she blooms in imagination in a place where even wolves may stop to cry, she dances on horizon, pulls the flowers from the page: close enough to smell. when she runs free thru the orchard she lifts me out from hell.
 
In a writer's eyes they meet in secret and combine forces in the mountains
she holds the glinting dagger, he lets her hold it close, he hangs her hunger from the rafters
they combine their powers into IRON FISTS
they smash through walls with their fury
they sail their voices across rays of magic moonlight
and create a tempest out at sea
we are hungry in the silence
you are waiting to be set free
express it from the angles
please read it again to me
 
In our seeking eyes lurk the passion
magnetic hearts craving to be pulled
 
somewhere bright with promise......
 
There's a voice, There's a voice, There's a voice
out there with wings
a voice that never sleeps
writers stay awake at night listening for the magic,
capturing pieces of it's sorcery
nature and everything else is its gallery
 
Am I too small to contain it?
 
I've been seeking you so long
winged voice that holds all passion
knows all truth
sings all songs
inspires all hearts
 
come down from your nest
and devour me
with your sweet annihilation.