Ariadne's Thread

Faraway

to the desperation inside of me

which takes turns with the love in me

hold a toast to the times when you are

holding me naked, in your arms

blazing

with a forest of words

covering me full and tight

comfort

blasting in and out of my skull

to the point i am

and surely soon will be

talking with myself

in my dreams at night

living in worlds where victims spell

slipping

onto the floor

all the while

my body and mind

somewhere in between

the beating on my door

either or

the quick to start

desperation in where i call you in

there is a place

deeper than in a high

where i see myself alone

with you, and you

but tonight, i must face this pain

on my own

where would you calm

in where nothing digs deep

into the times when times end

a blanket of embers making me sweat

surrounding me surely bitter wind

eyes water full

tears run down my cheek

to cry to where you come

slowly

into my night

there is a sometimes bleeding

into my eyes

where all lovers face me

with their love

but where is tonight

where is tonight

if i could only begin it all again

fascination is a timing reason

in time where reason has no game

this frustration could not understand in me

taking me off

the cover

where you are and i cannot be

something is so not in here

a lover's cry wailing

as my own

or yours alone

shaming me to come

so lonely as this loneliness has a cure

for me my love

for me

your pieces fold onto each other

and i still see this girl shining true

serene

unfurled

which no one else sees

not even you

i only want to be close

closer and closer

to her or find her always there

thoughts of salvation

where my salvation is key

death is not a word

not even this i am

nor is she

her's is not in this

nor should i let myself think

that salvation is the word

for my lover's mouth to speak

no where am i tonight

half way between

the dance of madness

and the genius of night

all full of lords gleaming

following tempers

with fists held high

and eyes slowly moving on

to tomorrow when tomorrow comes

i shall find you, there

could you be anywhere

past my dreams

and riddles of life

to where

i am or through there

as if already, in me

sweetness sticks me in the end

with romance teeming on my shoulders

hunger so full and upright

glaring

of seeing myself in mirror speak

with there you seem so endless

but now, seem endless