the space between

..the hope we dream

..and blissful confussion

the time between

..the lies we live

..and when it all comes down

the waste between

..a hand to hold

..and searching for home

the rage between

..the twisted games we play

..and the pain we bring

the fear between

..walking alone

..and needing you

the light between

..finding home

..and hearing your soul's melody

the other

that I have to find

until I do

I guess I'll see you around my mind

this face that I know

that I have never seen

you live in my dream

I'd love to find you

somewhere outside my lifezone

I'd love to see you

giving me hope and promise

I'd love to find you

I cannot now

I am not myself now

It's not right for me

it's not fair for you

don't know how much longer

I can hold on

sometimes I feel like going to sleep... forever

dreaming of you

whoever, wherever, whenever

you are

no way, you can't be

afraid like me

you're experienced

you are stronger

you are teacher

I am pupil

you'd laugh at my defences

I'd talk too much

I'd be too uptight

everything I'd gently held

and gently let go

would turn around

and disaster would be real in my head

though, to much of it you'd be blind

I want to pull off this old rind

what?... you feel what I mean?

I feel silly, but myself

let's talk

come walk with me

under the trees

we'll look up at the stars

and wonder

I'll hold your hand

and we'll speak of things that stir the soul

maybe we'll share a glance

that reaches deep inside

and enfolds the heart

take my hand

and savor the moment

with the breeze wafting in the trees

ruffling our hair and sending a little chill

to make us pull our coats a little closer

come walk with me

and sit in the grass

and listen to the music of the night

the moon will glow just enough to light our way

and let the moment take it's course

take my hand

and let our passions be filled

come walk with me

under the trees

and bare your secrets

and know that they will be taken for what they are

a part of you

come walk with me

and share your pain, your joys, laughter and love

take my hand, walk with me

these walls of guilt

keep me from the meadows

or even seeing green sometimes

how will I run free

if my life is this prison of misery

forever myself to blame

hang my head in shame

when whiplash days

bring doubt and fear

so hard now but this

pain brings no tears

just empty regret in vain

please build me a door

a door through these walls of guilt

it's that time again

that time when day fades into night

that time when

I'd take a few minutes to pick up the papers on the floor

fluff the pillows a bit

and sit on the sofa

and let the bustle of the day abate

that time again

to watch the old tree outside the window

buffetted by the wind and rain

bent and twisted

it's knarled old branches reaching out to the sun

that time of day

when I'd like to feel you close

and hear about your day

and share mine with you

it's a time I must endure

that time when

I feel like that old tree

battered by life's adversities

that time when day fades into night

and I watch the old tree, alone

I'll look the world in the eye

and know

one day I'll feel you close

until that time

can you see what I feel?

does it show in my eyes?

the undercurrents that swarm

when you gently touch my hand

and caress

with a tenderness that can

only come from the heart

the desire that is stirred

when your lips press on my neck

with a light impression

sending tingles down to my toes

the warmth of when you put

your arms around me and

pull me close

I feel your heart beating and

mine starts to race

does it show?

when you run your hands down my back

so light, sensual, knowing

slow, deliberate movements that

leave a trace of fire behind them

it burns with desire

and builds to an insatiable intensity

can you see what I feel?

when you touch me and make sparks fly

and leave me craving more

the hunger, longing

that must be filled

when you touch me like that

does it show in my eyes?

the desire that could burn me alive

if its not quelled

can you see what I feel?

all my senses come alive with your touch

does it show?