By My Side

I sit here waiting, sometimes
praying for change. Either closing
my mind or opening the same
pages. Over and over again my
reflection abandons me, but my shadow
stays by my side, it's cool shade of dark
always hanging by my side.

The breeze often flows, not through, by my side,
but i can never feel it's inspiration. Except sometimes
when I'm tangled in the thick anticipation, closing
the cellar door. Good Night, tomorrow will not wake the same.
But if you knot your left hand through the fingers of my
right hand, you'll never live in shadow.
I'll carry you from the dark.

It's hard to tell the daylight from the dark,
Laying blinded on your floor, curled dying on my side.
Everything you said means nothing, but there are sometimes
when i get tangled in your love. Closing
the cellar door behind us. For tonight we breathe the same.
But when change does not occur i cannot feel my
heart beating, and my empty lungs hide in It's shadow.

hanging over the dark i know to well.

Sometimes i feel that no one will stand by my side.

Good Night my Love. Until tomorrow i must sit her waiting.