inside the echos
of the night
silence falls gently
upon the earth
the soft whispers
of the stars
find their way
beneath my surface
where poetry lives
and waits
to be set free

if I showed
you the scars
upon my heart
would you still
want to read
the truth
within my soul

Come sit
with me
let me lay
my thoughts
upon your soul
and run
my fingers
through your dreams

and when
these moments
seem to fade
into the darkness
and time no longer
stands still
the memories
will carry us through
the rest of eternity

thoughts come
from a place
that’s beyond
the depth
of my soul
I close
my eyes
and let them
fill my mind
waiting
to be born
to be thrown
across paper
erased
and rewritten
allowing them
to breathe
a life
of their own
these words
are why
I write
these words
are why
I dream
I know
no other way
to let
them be free