Sunlight

for D.C.

 

 

Sunlight

 

When it's quiet, and there is nothing, but sound.

There is a voice, in my room, that travels around.

It doesn't have a name, nor purpose, or attitude.

It comes to me, when I'm confined in solitude.

 

Sometimes as people, we're always wrong.

We take our stakes, and nail them to a song.

We put our hearts on a dartboard, and shoot.

And, even if we don't care, people take their guns,

and without our permission, selfishly place it under their boots.

 

I have always traveled a road not taken.

Have always done this, broken and shaken.

The snow is heavy, and the ground is cracked.

I know not what lies before me, but I have a tendency not to look back.

 

Although my path has been split so many times.

There was a boy, who came to walk with me, who was sharper than a lime.

I noticed he had hair of burnish, and eyes of silence.

I touched my hand to his face, and inside him was a raging violence.

 

He scared me, and I've never felt that afraid.

For he never lied to me, and my bed was never again to be made.

I push my glasses up, and study him diligently.

Yet, every lead I get, pulls me further in, willingly.

 

I found out something, I was afraid of, and stood my ground.

I stopped using his nickname, and then I found.

I was falling faster, and I could never utter a word of this aloud.

I was in love with someone before him, who had caused a wound so proud.

 

He belongs to the other path, he never had to say this.

And while he walks with me, I still wish.

That things were different, and this was the changing of the times.

Maybe, in another path, he'd call me his, and I'd call him mine.

 

Soon the path divides, and a burning forest awaits him on the other side.

I always have my solitude, and silent path, a choice I can't hide.

He waits, and we part, like every night a simple kiss.

Then, at the last moment, I follow him into the ashy mist.

 

I follow him, knowing that I always had a choice.

Whenever I scream, he can hear my voice.

Now as the forest continues to char his perfect skin.

I hold his frame above me, and dwell within.

 

What I know now, is that the burning times awaited me too.

And with a whimsical movement, we try to make it through.

At the end of the world, with the sea in my soul.

I listen hard, and try to hear his heart, as it becomes whole.

 

There is no one like her, he said.

And I didn't feel sad, or like I was dead.

I don't want to be her, if she left you like she did.

I'm just a girl, with many questions, enveloped within.

 

I'm not asking for complications, just enjoying the fire rise.

I hope to hold that hand of yours, as long as our paths can suffice.

As long as when the sun sets, it is our footprints washed away.

For as long as you shall have me, it is as long as I will stay.