The look in your eyes
Said all I needed to know.
I could feel the blade of pain
Thrust deep into your soul.
Some news shouldn’t be heard,
Some words should never be spoken.
A wind can blow
That will leave some limbs broken.

To catch a phrase floating by,
A lyrical exchange of words of rhyme,
Would be impossible except in dreams,
Of words of embattled minds.
So arms fling themselves
At sharp and pointed arrows,
As if a net to catch,
The passing butterflies of sorrow.

Into the depths of darker minds,
We drift as ships in the night.
I was once dying, alone, afraid
For my life,
Your love, I’ll never trade.