Senseless

I can smell you in my dreams
You walk in the moonlight wreathed in smoke
When the wind shifts, I can almost taste you
Your footsteps echo on the lonely road
If only I could walk that road with you...
Our steps matching rhythms making harmony
As I enfold myself in your scent
Sampling the salty sweetness of your kisses
While the fog envelops us both

Confession

If I start speaking Latin

Don’t think that I’m possessed

I’m only conversing in tongues

Confessing how much I’m blessed

Angels might echo my actions

But I’d hardly count myself one

I’m not really suited for harping

I’d like to have a little more fun

But saints and sinners are people

They all had ordinary lives once

Till a catalyst hastened a spark

Making giants out of runts

My pedestal stands at the ready

I’ll have so far to climb

You put me so far above you

Gives me farther to fall, I find

You’ve no notion of being so blessed

Blessings have no meaning of self

It’s not that you can’t ever love me

It’s the value, the cost, the price

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