I kept every scent of you
Bottled up inside
A treasure chest
With only one key
And I waited for your hands
To unlock the discovery
With every touch
A closeness to me
A golden key
That’s what they call it
Or love perhaps
Which ever sets you free.


A night

A night out of
Darkest dreams
Can’t find the light
In a mind incomplete

If stars were shining
Perhaps an ease
But black are the shadows
With nothing seen

Eyes orientating
Accustoming is hard
Waiting for day
An eternal task

At edge to break
The dawning of day
Yet all you wish for
Is a voice to say
I got your back, kid
It will all be okay.