These hands search the night to find
Only memories, lost loves
Tender hearts torn apart by passions fire
And life’s desire to be held if only for a blink of a eye.
Such tender moments chased by words of hurt
and fear, causes hope to wash away
With the tides of the day.
I remember all these things
yet it is what I see
With my heart of hearts
And feel in my well of souls
That I chose to remember.
The long embraces and kissy
Faces these are the things
That I chose to use
To line my heart.
The tender closeness as the sun
began to rise in the east.
The morning smile that said my body
Loves you though my mind may not.
A butterfly and a brush once held
Me so close, so tender and dear.
Though the night told me
To let you go and I did not heed her
My fire burned, filled with fix it
And missed it. Anything for love sang
The white dove as the ashes began to fall.