Simply, For You

why is it so hard to talk to the one you love most... when time and years and chapters, testify in tired feet? the wars have ended, the guns are now still. even the storm left, a candle lit by the bed. do i know you? do you know me? or are we the sound... of doors opening and closing? i cant say your name without something in me dying... i cant see the sky, without seeing your face. are we so old, has time written our epitaph? just old polaroids, in an album boxed up.... i brush against you, and wolves howl in the moonlight. the soft look in your eyes, tastes like rain. you open your mouth, and swallows fly... have i set the nest on fire, laying brick in the sun? yet i am not dead, and neither are you.... you smell like thunder, i burn in the night!