The floorboards have sunk beneath
all the time lost between us,
and the stars have wasted too many moments
shining without you near.

A rose may keep its name,
but still lose its sweet smell;
only the silver moon can know
the promise of tomorrow's bloom.

Let the cruel sun set and the darkness bring relief.
At times descending into a breath of sleep
is the only way to hide from the storm.
Even the sky tires of seeing the rain fall.

Show me, where are the pieces
of the child lost behind your shattered face?
Tell me, how were the fathomless
hours that have twisted you so?
Help me, if only there were a looking glass
to show how they've twisted me, too.

Cracked records can still spin and echo my favorite tune,
this song has always been the best one.
But now that something new has taken its place,
the rest is nothing but done.

With just a low sigh the stars continue to release their light,
and the past is just a clouded mirror.
No matter how cold your hands have become through the night,
I will always stay right here.

07/07/2008

Author's Note: I'm having to upload this old poem because it's related to a new one I just wrote.

Posted on 12/25/2009
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