i fear him...
my heart stops before i give in.
my head rules over my every move,
my every trace of feeling.
but the written words
the written words...
he walks in holding peace and understanding.
he brings me faraway lands and desires,
struggles and visions i held secretly within.
he says no word,
and watches me from afar.
it's late and it might not snow tonight.
what must we do with all the clouds left behind?
what statues of thought can we build in-between?
and then how, how to break them?....
my heart stops halfway,
my head leads the way.
as if by accident,
protecting what is not seen.
yet he sees it...
he sees me.
he watches from afar.