Still

Your words are like poetry to my soul
filling me with comfort,
filling me with hope
if only you knew the power your words have
When troubled and saddened,
They were streams of life onto a barren land
They were that one lone flower
rising up from the cracks

You are my dreams
when wide awake
you're my sunshine at 3am
you're my deserted island's
winter snow
You're prayers attached by the thorns on a
Our Lady's rose
My midnight offerings,

Yes, the very prayers attached to my bed post

Your eyes pierced through me
reading every single word to my story
and though only for a minute or two
Oh, sweet peace
from a sunset's breeze
all I can say is
somehow, someday
I'll see you again

You are my dreams
when wide awake
you're my sunshine at 3am
you're my deserted island's
winter snow
You're my prayers attached to me by the thorns on a rose for Our Lady
My midnight offerings

Your smile was escaped my mind's picturesque memory
Too enraptured the snapshot came out blurry
Oh to relive each second slowly
That alone might calm this heart of mine
from tonight's melancholic lullaby

You are my dreams
when wide awake
you're my sunshine at 3am
you're my deserted island's
winter snow
You're my prayers attached to me by the thorns on a rose for Our Lady
My midnight offerings


Prayers attached  by the very thorns Our Lady's rose
Offerings, though unseen and unheard
composing a song sent out from my heart to yours

Your words, are my poetry
attached to roses for Our Lady