the world is cold, and unafraid,
but that world won’t let you go
the weight of my hands on this clod of dirt
as i stand before your throne
it’s not the Hill of Tara nor a piece of my mind
but a picture of you going home….
warmth, rush over me
hide me in the nothing
the everything, the all you are
in the void of time………..
finger to tablet, lips to screen
you can kiss it a million times
before these eyes see another flower like this
they will be digging them inside my mind
and as the fierce wind blows, and the fire grows
there’s a silence of a different kind…
warmth, rush over me-
hide me in the nothing,
the everything, the all you are…
in the void of time…………………….
warmth, rush over me-
hide me in the nothing,
the everything, the all you are…
in the void of time
something poetic 