I keep a picture...
knowing not what you are...
I howl at the moon...
Are you a star?
Where is the heart
When everyone’s the same?
When everyone is different
Is someone to blame?
Your eyes catch fire
Through the heat of the screen
Singeing my soul
The beat picks up steam
The idea of a flower
Wracks my poor mind
I give it to the sea
There is no other kind
And the waves part way
For the secret little book
I keep close in my study
Time never took...
When I look at you again
Your image disappeared
Into the new wallpaper
That I once feared...
Your glow remains
In the shadows of the land
Where I keep a picture
In the palm of my hand...