STOLEN MOMENTS

Sometimes

All I can do is look out 
Into the gathering dusk 
Somehow willing destiny 
To bring my heart's desire 
To me 
The wetness blinds me a little 
As I feel trickles on my cheeks 
But the night is blind anyway..... 
What is there to see 
Except the lines of a fragmented soul 
Etched upon mine....endlessly 

There's an odd comfort in the tears 
As I live, and relive 
Each dream, in all its shredded weaves 
They’re threadbare, 
For I've leafed through them 
More times than I have breathed 
But their bits..... 
They are my most cherished treasures 
Mine, and mine alone to keep 
On each of the wet shards 
I bleed my love 
They bring you closer to me.

MS