2005-04-13 - 9:47 p.m.
There is a cold rush
to a stolen sound
The bridges ache
to taste the waters
they watch over.
In a glimpse of all that's passed
I see a shy smile
pressed into my mind
like a tiny light
from a star learning to shine.
The years grow old
without my heart
which is young as ever
ever as lost as it is never found
maybe a hush or lullabye
to walk me through another night.
maybe a wish will seep through
the life we've given up on having.
There is a distance to the static
feel it bend relentlessly
harbor what magic you can muster
and don't forget me.
