Wild hope in the sunlight of unfinished glances, And lithe limbs and hands in uncontained dances Hold back the floods of mountain-cold rains, And the heart-sick low sounds of violin strains. Life pours in rivulets down from on high And tears at the seams of cloud-covered sky. It breathes, it
Love defined is something out of reach. Don't ask me then: I've yet to learn for sure. It's not the way I treat you when I'm tired. It's not the way my eyes are on myself. It's not
If I allowed myself to feel tonight, I'd feel your arms around me and I'd smile. If I allowed myself to feel again, Then willingly I'd stay here for awhile And feel your breath against my frosted skin And hear the autumn wind around
I wanna walk somewhere where the grass is tall And the scent of spring and the smell of fall Collide together in a twist contained By all my longings, real or feigned. Will you walk with me? All our fears Are subject now to the coming years And have no
I know I don't dare write a word like a fool But I've got this odd feeling I'll look back again And see how I felt every word in the wind And every thought thundered and every breath rained All over the pages of