Rainy nights a blowing, seems the world be knowing, its my silent heart…That cries in thunders clouds.
Yesterday memories find me standing, dripping water wisp down my dreads.
Through closed eyes, mental images leave me breathless, feeling lost for a distant soul?
Should I let my sins go, just to hear a voice once more?
Miles apart an unattainable touch, y­et never far from my thoughts.
An unstoppable rush of feelings stir emotions, as voices are heard. No pain is worse than loss,
Burning eyes peering into anothers dreams, my love bleeds into inked pens beyond need and images.
Blank canvas of silhouettes of pain, before all with nothing to say…… 
I find my history with nothing but rose petals tears, for all my past mistakes.
Taking hold of my heart, my lost pen bleeds with every breath, inking out words that mean nothing, for loving always seems to end within heavy storms. 
Freedom to write flows threw my veins, my answer to love curse, waiting for what I do next, “nothing” until that day I hold my destiny just once…………..