There are desert places inside of me
where your voice has echoed time after time-
your touch, like a summer rain, flowed free,
settled the dust, took the heat off my mind,
recovering a love I had failed to find.
There are empty spaces inside my heart
from wounds that time can never heal-
open wounds that neither stop nor start
and sometimes it's easier just not to feel
or to think of the mirages I was certain were real.
There are holes in the clouds in the sky
where the moon peaks out from behind its mask-
bring your light into the dark where I lie
spread yourself across my lonely past,
if I didn't need you so, I'd not bother to ask...
for there are many others who try to please
but they exist merely as names and faces-
it's you who can bring me to my knees,
you in my heart when my blood races...