Out

My mind watches you sleep

your long distance guard

sword at the ready

but its usless against this cold

the blade can't cut the ache

running down my arms like blood

questions wide open

passion too intense to touch

buried beneath the vast sky

reflected on turquoise waters

rippled by the wind past

fluttering, silken eyelids

to your screaming heart

The sun is going south for the winter

going down for the night

no need to justify, true is true

listen with all your might

sleep will give no quarter

when your running out of time

a jeweled alter in a ditch

the perfect metaphor

for out of place

like my love for you

artillery only I can hear

urging me to move

pounding at my heart

in the ebbing light of day

a nameless black ribbon

binds and carries me away... alone

out of time