Escaping into
A lonestar state of mind
I pause to find
She leaves a message
Everytime
She leaves me behind
And it’s a shame
How slowly the time fades
And dreams change
Day to day
Depending on the cards
You play
And hiding between every line
From yesterday
Until you press rewind
Is an open invitation
Awaiting reply

With fall
Came a love
Rolling down from the sky
Red, Brown, Green
She whispers goodbye
But never really leaves
And sometimes
The wind brings fear
For years and years
Only to disappear
Then reappear
And no one sees
The fears slip silently
Into melancholy streams
Collecting in seas
Of what may never be
Is an open invitation
No one hears
Silent poetry
She screams

Up amongst the clouds
I heard an angel cry
And from the sky
Her tears fell like rain
And I tried
To catch every one
If only to
FEEL
Such pain
And understand why
In such volume
They came?
And to reply
Simply by
Printing my name
On an open invitation
No one had signed

The morning sun rose
Stretching gray arms
Violent
I painted her sillhouette
With broken poetry
I wish that she could
Witness such beauty
Lines of dead poets
Poured from her hand
And I listened so close
But I couldn’t understand
The difference between
Childish dreams
And the reality of a man
Somewhere far off
I can hear her laughing
Perhaps to tears
And humming a melody
That fell on blind ears
Too deaf to realize
Hidden deep in her fears
Is a lonely child…
With a heart of pure gold
And an open invitation
That never gets old

Images by Whitney Fish