By Mark A. Leon
How long will it take before I can be with you?
Before I wash away these blues
Before you resuscitate this lifeless body
How long will I bear another cold winter?
Racing heart beat
It is a tale full of fury
Lingering in quiet despair
Through the clouds you go
The scent of another man every night
A line by your side
A glass every night
A star to all that bow to your calling
The voice of an angel
A heart cold and shunned
Famed to billboards and streamed for the world
How long will I see this empty bed?
Clothes lined in perfect color
Jewelry dangling off the counter
Your perfume permanently embedded into the nature scent of the air
Why does this weakened soul wait?
The road calls
I hang up
The road leaves messages
All the color has faded to black
A dark world even numb to the force of sunlight
It’s safe though
Swimming in circles only to return to where we used to be
How long will I hold onto a youth that is long gone?
Gone to everyone around me
Gone to my reality
Still alive in my dreams
How long can we stay together in this silly fantasy I have scripted?
You are the star in my blackened sky
Following the light, leaving the darkness behind
Not long enough