Come quiet me with your love. You promised, dear one. Where are you? I've nothing left of contentment, And my patience supply is run through. I'll never face my own weakness, Nor stand before you without shame, For I am worth nothing alone; My identity'
Long-spent energy And pointless conversation Are all I can offer. There is no sensation Of you on my skin, Of you in the air. I may have come here With the intent of prayer, But sleep's winning this one, Along with useless dreams. Wishful thinking undermines Coherence, it
No sound of silence forces Itself into this room. No dripping rain of light Reflecting from the moon, No heart here trembles, beating A wild cacophony, No fragrant breath of morning Alights itself on me. No glory fills this room today Because I'm not aware How the creator
May I come before your throne? Will you leave me here alone? Or would you hear my heartfelt plea: Lord, please come and rescue me? Those that dare to curse your name Have no sense at all of shame. But I, who come to call on you Simply beg you
My love is like a coffee shop Sneaking softly in the blood A comfortable feeling, Stop-animation flood. Stepping out to snowflakes Floating to my feet Streetlamps without flicker Warm the slowest beat. My heart feels your approach And the tea leaves in my veins Rustle like in autumn-- An excitement