Take My Hand

Your words invoke my daydreams, and on silent nights, I can hear you scream

Your thoughts are an entrance to my vision of everything

The tides low and the wind wails, wanting; wanting to ensnare the hope of lost seas

A guide to find everything that was lost in memories…a map of the centuries…

So will you go, will you travel, will you take my hand

Would you be at my side, would you take a dive, would you share my secret plans

Would you cover me, can you shelter me, my night times and my daydreams

Or would you bury me? Because deaths like a symphony…a chilling soliloquy

The grays of Sunday still call me to join them, a vision of past lives and lost friends

I pound on the Rock until the surface starts to bend…I can feel it giving in.

An open heart still has its pitfalls, so those of ill minds can take a stroll

They end up in pathways of turmoil, distress, and those catacombs…filled with like minds of long ago.

So will you go, will you travel, will you take my hand

Would you be at my side, would you take a dive, would you share my secret plans

Would you cover me, can you shelter me, my night times and my daydreams

Or would you bury me? Because deaths like a symphony…a chilling soliloquy

I never meant to, never tried to, but my actions speak, from a broken wing to warm spring to frozen street.

I can take the dive, I can fantasize that you’re there with me. But we both know that this broken road, never cared for me.

So I take a stand, I’m my own man, and I’m bound to be. More than infinity, your eternity, my own serenity…….

You won’t travel down a road that is nameless….you’re a boundary to your own happiness, but blameless

No need to explain why, the answers clear. Your heart contains, No morals, No faith, and No fear…