Volume 10071: Parisian Nights

Oh, City of Lights
Please illuminate our hearts
Send sparks to the sky

I look down, although

He is much more striking than

Vanilla lattes

Streetlamp-lit boardwalks

Hand in hand, perfect mood for

Walking down the aisle

Starlight overhead
Lovers' dreams dance on the Seine
Join our perfect waltz

I'd like to think that

We are the epitome

Of runaway dreams

His three simple words

Handwritten on a napkin

Are just what I need

I never knew that
The dream lands I escape to
Gave out souvenirs

We'll meet again in

The city that never sleeps

Bring Nuit Blanche with you

Volume 2: Heartbreak Hotel

Your side of the bed
Though was never really full
Feels emptier now

Did not expect this
Permanent heartache from that
Temporary love

The tears I sleep in
Will never compensate for
Your missing embrace

Volume 12: The Stroke of Midnight

Electricity
Flows out from my fingertips
Midnight poetry

I search the darkness

For a place to deposit

Imagination

Poetry disguised
As magic comes to life
When the clock strikes twelve

Volume 360: Run

My half sentence left hanging
You flew off so fast
Said something about "space"
And how "this" never lasts

I heard you're traveling the world
Guess you're sick of our fights
So you'll drink in the freedom
And fall in love every night

I've never seen anyone
Run so far, so fast
Are you trying to escape
Your future or your past?

Thought back to the days when
Our world revolved around love
Guess it does orbit something
But it sure isn't us

Hang up your jacket
On old dusty dreams
And brush away my heart
Every time you hang up on me

It's been a few weeks
I'm sitting here confused
Not sure if I'm going mad
Or just missing you

I've never seen anyone
Run so far, so fast
And I can't help but wonder
If you'll ever come back

Your suitcase, exhausted
Is passed out on the couch
From  your non-stop running
Day in and day out

You're both so hung over
From the cities and sights
Empty bottle of patron
Empty memory of last night

You flew off your flight
Ran so far, so fast
Did you think there was a chance
Or did you know it wouldn't last?

Since the day you left
I've been too scared to dream
Maybe your wandering heart
Would wander back to me

You can run wherever you like
But I've always known
You can run far; run fast
But there's nothing like home

Volume 19: Wings

She was a girl
Of years ten and eight,
Stuck in a fight that was not hers.
Her years ten and eight
Were enough to thrust responsibility in her hands:
Power and freedom
That she had no idea how to use.
To her, these were just words,
Lying words that sounded full
Of hope and promises
But she knew that in the dusk of reality
These words were nothing but shadows,
Hollow and slowly fading into the darkness.
Each night she prayed for wings
Wings to lift her up and out of this place.
But each night the shadows grew
Darker and longer,
Stretching over everything she had ever known
Plentiful were those ominous shadows,
Clouding her mind,
Clouding her vision,
Clouding her reality.
Until one day they led her to the old tress bridge
That rested halfheartedly over the river.
That day,
As she saw eighteen years' worth
Of snapshot memories
In a kaleidoscope slideshow,
As the icy water rushed up to meet her,
She smiled.
For that was the day
She finally grew wings
Grew wings to fly,
To lift her up out of the shadows
And into a place of true promise.

Volume 3: 7/13/12-7/15/12

I close tired eyes
Holy voice, greater than life
Lifts me off my feet

Never-ending love

The author of salvation

Brings me back again

Background guitar chords

Break open my heart and mind

A prayer for love

His voice reaches out

Loving, holy, ever true

Fills my broken heart

His voice fills the void
When I haven't strength to sing
The ultimate love

Volume 17: The Cityscape Horizon

The silver moon breaks
The cityscape horizon and
Illuminates my dreams

Waves crash on a shore

The moon is my only friend

Conversations fade

I rest my fingers

On the familiar keys

Of a midnight moonbeam

The city's night sounds

Fade from beneath my wings

A heartbeat in the night

Eyelids fluttering

Like my silk bedroom curtains

I let my dreams in

I reach for the stars

Like skyscrapers around me

And almost succeed

My four-poster bed

Is a smorgasbord of dreams

Called New York City

Train leaves the platform

At  reality station

For a world of dreams