for every petal on a rose
a thorn upon the stem
for every star in the sky
another life grows dim

the immense
and the inconsequential
all burn
with their own fevered will

writing on the cave walls
or upon vellum with quill
eager to spill the wandering heart
into an unwanting world

chaos
order
in truth
or in lies
roaming like spirits
gathered like flies

dancing across tile
convulsing in bed
i draw your face upon the mirror
in shimmering silver light

to guide my way back
to you

do you search for me
my long lost love
in the leaves of autumn
amongst the clouds above
i swear i’m not hiding from you
perhaps if only in plain sight
waiting for your clarion call
to guide me in from the night

i tire of this dreaming
this need for something more when it’s your lips i am craving
as i’m beaten and sore
free me from this prison
this solitary hell
once i wrap you in my arms
only then all will be well

for every thorn on the stem
a petal on a rose
every ring of the church bell
the sorrow does grow
the lights of the heavens
they guide me to you
under the canopy of diamonds
i’ll prove myself true