I sang to you my soul of soaring fire.
Lyrics to etch the brightness of your smile.
Holding simple secrets through years,
of keeping keys to memories we made.
I would have been the sky if you were the stars.
Rearrange the constellations so their reflection,
gleamed with every light I see in your eyes.
I am brighter when I am with you.
I sang songs with lyrics that swelled with your heart,
when you crossed my mind.
So I never slept,
and every night was filled with laughter.
I still don't sleep.
I had picked up the pieces,
not all of them found.
There was an emptiness where you once were.
Gave you a strong smile as I forgot the chords to my next verse.
Sang the chorus softly this time.
Let the echoes die out across sun bleached tides.
I used to love the sunset.
It's a sad scarlet now,
and I am still just as bright when I'm with you.
When I stand beneath the horizon,
you don't see what I see.
You imagine dusty words on tattered books,
torn pages,
and unmarked spines supporting mocking stories.
I would make your insecurities starve.
Soothe love back into your skin,
and make your lungs breath with hope.
You would whisper,
"Slowly."
As if love had a limit.
Ran on a time schedule,
like the hollow trilogies hidden beneath the arches of your soul.
I could always hear it in your smile,
the shudders of your past that slept just beneath the canvas of your heart.
I am completely and terribly sorry.
For every time you were not loved.
Every moment you bleed against the parchment
and wither into more pieces.
For every blossoming,
cloudless evening,
and the stars were missing.
And even now,
I am sorry if you feel alone at night.
I wish I was there to fall in love with the color of your eyes again.
To get drunk off the rise and fall of our heartbeats,
until I was yours.
I would fall asleep against the wall of your soul,
and find warmth in the embrace of your heart.
We would love the sunset.
You gripped my hand as it vanished beneath the horizon.
I could hear the pain in the pattern of your breath.
I turned and saw fear slide down your cheek
and splash between us like a warning.
"Here comes the moon."
It was the second time you had answered my silence.
This time I would -
I will - answer back,
"Here come the stars."
And I would be brighter with you,
always.
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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