Darkened spaces filled with heated bodies <br />only you are aglow amist the shadowed forms <br />your language flowing through me like a breeze <br />sparking vacancies I believed had long since dissapeared <br /> <br />Could you ever see in me sweet inspiration <br />the type that caresses you in humble sleep <br />Could I ever be someone you can love <br />a best friend, confidant, and source of comfort <br /> <br />I want my words to fit your melodies <br />and form new worlds only passion can create <br />I wish my lyrics would be granted access <br />to your hidden solice of chords and rhythms <br /> <br />Dreams colored in minors and flats <br />your music filling my lonely sphears <br />though my wishes of our combining are forever damned <br />as you fade away on my vacant stage.<br /><br />Deana Rode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2006-musical-heartache/
