masterpei

I walked until tomorrow
became my yesterday.
still, this thought of you,
would not go away.

chasing me through time,
always on my tail.
imprinted on my mind,
it waits for me to fail.

who has been whispering
into my ear
melodies of love
that I don’t want to hear
who has been whispering
let’s take a chance
turn out the lights
together we’ll dance
soft and slow
soft and slow
together we’ll dance
soft and slow

through the dusty corridors
that define the life I live,
I take what little I need
and give what I can give.

yet every step I take
I carry you along
you are in every thought
you are in every song

you flow through my fingers
as I caress the strings
you are in my heart
each minute it sings

is it you who’s been whispering
into my ear
melodies of love
that I shouldn’t hear
is it you who’s been whispering
let’s take a chance
turn out the lights
together we’ll dance
soft and slow
soft and slow
together we’ll dance
soft and slow

I forgot
there was a yesterday
when breezes softly blew
where hidden moments
were tucked away
with lonely thoughts of you

I forgot
there was a yesterday
when we knew how to dance
to music only we could play
as we floated in a trance

of what could never be
of minutes ticked away

on instruments of
our own device
that only we could play

I forgot

you never said what color
you painted yesterday.
what shades of blue
appealed to you
I asked, you did not say.

you never mentioned time
was part of what you did.
what hours you kept,
while I fitfully slept
in the minutes that you hid.

you never asked me if
I’d sing to you again.
life’s tapestries
in minor keys,
as we lay in morning rain

you never asked

you did not stay

like color,
time
and music,

you would slowly fade away.

there are things in this life
we must live with.

things that we
do not choose.

a morning of pain,
a day in the rain,

the lonesome
midnight blues.

there is no home

no roof

no walls

no haven where
soft comfort falls

there is no home

no bed that calls
no arms of peace

in empty halls

there is no home
where I may go

to seek the hearts
of those I know

there is no home
there are no hearts

spirits fly
as hope departs

she used to whisper
in her sleep.

talking
to the creatures
of her dreams.

answering all the voices
echoing in her head,
real and imagined.

she would whisper
a soft purring sound.

some nights,
I would snuggle up,
wrap her in my embrace,
her back to my chest,
imagining stories
she was telling
as she put the universe
in it’s place.

she had
that power