ManicWorld Magazine

You wore silver bands on pianist hands, 
While gold clung to my neck and lined my eyes 
From childhood on, my sea-tides hugged your sands
I lied for you,  you covered up my crimes. 

We drove my beat-up two-door to the wilds,
The highway melting beneath northern heat;
Your smirk  as charming as my kindest smile  
The summer warms because the winters freeze. 

One night inside a town of trees and tents 
We dropped right down onto a field of grass 
And dreamed of worlds without need of pretence 
Two shadows clasped, two souls sewn to the stars. 

Three days we scarcely ate, then hit the road
Ate subway by the highway, dirty-faced 
Our two cents spent, we laughed our way back home
But you and I had it made in the shade 

Opposites attract, then break on impact
How could you flee my daylight for the dark?
My anger flames, yet sorrow blows it back, 
Your loss still brands me deeper than burn scars. 

How could you dare to lose me as you did?
Our bond so long that time itself grew slow
My questions rise from memories we hid, 
And still I am the tide reaching for home.