Empty rooms and silent doorways Painted skies and dusty blue face Traffic horns outside my window Echoes of my past in the mirror Dust belongs to broken hours Silently reminded of white flowers Ghosts are coming home again Asking,will it rain at ten Hands that shake the hollow mask Another time will have its pass Drying paint upon my shoulder Happy feet dancing no longer Candlelight and cold delights Trading tears for orange nights Melody from fighting crows Fearless in the depth below Sticky fingers caught a fly Breathing smells like apple pie Swirling plastic in a windy dance Eyes burning with romance Brushes holding every story untold Like dragons made of purple gold Truth comes out in color wet Drying out and then reject Summerview or caves from the dark Always hiding a little spark Like tiny footprints through the bark The bloodstained tooth inside a shark Tranquility whisper inside a can Blueprints of a rusty van Feline tail caught up in a tickle A memory of the purest little Heavy eyes that lingers the view Painted skies and dusty blue.
