Secrets

A dream I didn’t have last night
Has been left out in the rain.
The moments are so fragile
I can see through all their veins.
All the sacred gardens
I can’t capture or comprehend;
I feel as badly sorry as I would do in the end.
It’s funny how one can regret
What has not yet occurred;
She told me she was sleeping
Though she still has not but stirred.
I’ve seen the picture clean without you
And it isn’t pretty dear,
It will make you sick what I can do with this much fear.
When I know that you can’t fix me
It all just seems to die,
And now I can’t remember that there’s magic in the sky.
I have an entire blanket of your warmth
Woven through my mind
I wish that I could wear it now
But comfort’s hard to find.
The nature of the hour
Has been mulled over to sand.
The subtleties of humor
Have lent a gentle hand.
A potency devoid of face
Has stolen me today.
And the secret is,
I let him,
Let me
Throw it all away.