empty

I can hear your footsteps,
I can hear your name.
You're standing over my empty grave,
wondering why I went away.

The space beside mine, lies hollow and silent.
The winter's night spent covered and violent.
No marks on my headstone, no body or soul.
The tears you cry won't make me whole.

saves me...

save me for a rainy day, when the sun has gone away.
let me learn your laugh and turn around.
I cock my head when you make a sound.

Your shadow I can feel, my second skin has begun to peel.
Angels rose up from the earth one by one. Last night,
you gave up your only son.

Heaven was lost in the fires of hell. The light at the gate cast on you it's spell.
I for you and you for me, back and forth the prisoners flee.
Over the hills and under the sun. The people had won back their chosen one.

Listen to you and lie corpse-like and still. I am moved by the spirits against my will.
Desperate enough and though I may fight.
The world is lost on me tonight.

your happy corpse.

Like desert wings and fickled feathers.
By bonded rust it's held together.
It rocks, it sways, it moves with the breeze.
It begs of winter for a deathly freeze.

beginnings

I can see you standing in the rain. Holding a telephone without a cord.
You were searching for something you lost, a photograph in a crowd. Shadows passed by left and right, all you knew was not in sight, there you were...alone.

The skys above seemed to sing your name. A life kept inside a fancy picture frame. We never saw you again, but we always heard your name.