your sadness is blissfully perfect
shy eyes cornered in bedroom serenades
slow moving hands slowly becoming the most desired of all
your heavy heart weighed down by truth
but even more so by the uncertainty of tomorrow the shadow of today and the disappointment of yesterday filled with all the things you chose not to say and all the words that replaced what was most needed to be heard by those around you
encircling you with arms stretched out
arms waiting to hold you console you promise you the world and then deliver
oh those arms
will you find them again along your many wandering journeys
will they forever remain in your memory
those speckled arms shining with all their yearning glowing with all their good intentions
while you looked away and only looked back when it was too late
the end of the end of the end was past simply looming
oh you
you and your wanton ways
needing the world and those who dwell in it
without the patience to look into the world past what you see behind your dark glasses and uncover the struggles and triumphs the losses and gains the hurt the pain the pleasure the past of those trying to live outside your view
the world can be a beautiful place
but you are wrapped up in years of grief and disappointment
clinging to ways that leave you stranded on your own fading island
with remnants of lovers past and present
pieces of familiar family ties
books upon books upon books with words that cannot save you
and eyes without a dominant shade that haunt you with their beauty their pain their knowledge

you've heard the rumors of escape
but have not outlined a concrete plan
there is a way off this lone and deeply desolate place
with all its lovely shades of darkened grey
a way for you to be
laugh smile play
the way i've seen you in stolen moments
over a period of lengthened days
behave

find your way