Take a leap of faith
beyond the boundaries of
your safe little world.

Whispers in the dark
the last night you’ll be alone
waiting on angels.

Weary of the world
and searching for a meaning
behind all these tears.

The sky in my heart
appears battered and bruised but
the wind keeps blowing.

The color of love:
not a blushing crimson but
a wine-colored bruise.

The boisterous sun
fades in the evening twilight
to a perfect black.

The week is over
let’s get this party started
and paint the town red.

Fear of tomorrow
poisons the present and wastes
the blood of the past.

Whispers of twilight
clutch the horizon before
they finally yield.

Season of my heart,
you whose sky is grey and cold:
we shall find the sun.