Moments With You

I've been spending all this time without you,
When all I need is a moment with you,
Memories of you are ringing true,
It's not hard to fall in love with you

I'm afraid that moments passed me by,
I don't know what I was waiting for,
You were standing there in front of me,
Was it meant to be and nothing more?

I've held on to nothing but sorrow,
All it does is lead me down this path,
But roads that has not been forgotten,
Lead me to a holy shrine at last

Walking along living with this dream,
Hoping to regain all that is gone,
Walking down this road so far from you,
Moments recovered by pressing on

Love is not the kind of thing you learn,
It comes to you when you least suspect,
After curtains fall and it turns dark,
Thoughts of you are all I can detect

I just need a moment of your time,
Would you smile if I held you near?
Looking forward to see you again,
Three timeless words whispered in your ear

Powerlines

Take me up on an airplane flight,
Crusin' through the gentle air,
Jet streams raining daffodils,
Snow storms paying off my fares,
Winter coats have rust to thaw,
My shoulders slouched in memories,
Hearing airplanes tear through clouds,
Living under the world's debris,
The streets are filled with broken glass,
I pick up a discarded map,
Torn by reckless hands then let go,
Being drenched by rains it tried to flap,
I hold it now to shelter me,
Windows fogged the impending crash,
Heaven remains a far off place,
When planes disappear and leave a gash

Heartfelt words in yesterday's news
Inks flood deep onto crowded streets,
Drops of rain painting photographs,
Footprints forge cracks in concrete,
Cigarette butts rupture the air,
Clouds take the form of petroglyphs,
Matches struck against frozen walls,
Can't tell me when the sun will lift,
News print thrown in with the flame,
The winds catch ashes that burn out,
Power lines crashing to the ground,
Angels shrivel in eternal bouts,
Fireflies seek escape from jars,
Sparks heat gloves facing the fire,
Dropping phone lines clinched like knives,
When a heartfelt warmth expires

Fog glows red like a lover's heart,
The air's grown cold this pitch black night,
Weary bird from the phone line flies,
No longer has the sense of sight,
There it flies over blinding clouds,
And sees a world it's never seen,
And airplane caught in puppet strings,
The hands that caused the world to spin,
Paper planes wilt oleander,
Crumpled pages hide crouching beasts,
Tender is the flesh that's torn,
By the fangs of wolves barred and fleeced,
Look what hung from the power lines,
Worn out shoes without their strings,
Next to my feet on the freezing ground,
From his nest a bird begins to sing