I'm still longing
For that inner vibration,
That spiral twist
That makes my insides perspire,
A new slate towards everything.
Then I still eat in my words.
I spell in my sadness,
I write in love's garbage can.
But I'm left standing there
With a slab of concrete sadness
None the less.
A thousand years
I've waited here,
still praying,
like a thousand feathers
afloat on thin air
flying...unstraying,
a flight in clouds
on that heaven high hope
of being saved.
And I only wish
I could erase your name,
your face, and every trace
and every ounce of my shame.