Sometimes I see you in the stars
When the world seems so bleak,
Where copious thoughts rove and jar,
And hearts refuse to speak
Sometimes I see you lying down
Atop a chest at night
Where dreams arise in velvet crowns
And fade in orbs of white.
Sometimes I feel you in my soul,
As hope begins to fade,
To reignite these doubtful coals,
The ones that were mislaid.
Sometimes the stars don’t shine as bright
In a cosmos without you
Where hearts still ache from constant fights
And love speaks not the truth.
Sometimes my knees have buckled lame,
From just your slightest touch
When I need your wick to burn aflame,
For my love, is that too much?
Sometimes I need to see your eyes
To cherish time in your soul
And spend some days there riding high
then in your arms to enfold.
Sometimes we’d tiptoe through that night
And dare not wake the sun
Escape we will in lover’s might
As two heartbeats on the run
Sometimes I misinterpret you,
And the power of your touch
A musing of some, well quite a few,
Each one has meant so much.
Sometimes my heart’s internal plight
A demesne of ice
So cold and lonely on some nights
Prepping for a glummer vice.
Sometimes my anima is lost
drowned in feelings and in blame
My carapace has lost its gloss,
A celebrant left in vain.
Sometimes a scion of the cause
To live my life left in love,
Sometimes an anathema because
I kick, push, scream, and shove.
Sometimes I fight for love’s desires
Because I know myself,
I know the wick to light the fire,
The heat it takes to melt
Sometimes I feel the warmth within
The passion and the flame
The naughty way we used to sin
I know you know the name
Sometimes your key undoes the lock,
Sometimes it breaks in shame
Sometimes our love’s a growing stock
sometimes a losing claim.
Sometimes the past is just a reference
Recalling how to live.
Sometimes it is a residence
Until we can forgive.