Bite

It's closing time now
and the doors open
Releasing me to a new version of my beloved city
I hit the streets in silence
Moving freely among the breed of souls opening their eyes to the light of the moon.
Their first words set to be a howl and a cocktail order.

I am free to wander now.
Having precious few hours
For sleep, shower (God, I need a shower),
and a pot of coffee.
Soon the day will begin
and I can come home again.

Play With Fire

It's easy here, darling, if you know the way to be
Emotionless and unconcerned, removed completely
But you're a shadow in the night who comes to haunt my heart
Yeah, watch me play with fire, breaking is an art

You tell me all too much, my guard comes down too soon
And I can sense only your presence in this crowded room
We're at maximum capacity, does anyone else know?
I'm getting myself in too deep, and the flames still grow

You're the shadow in the night who ignites my heart
One day the flames will burn me, but breaking is an art

I'm never sure where we stand, if you do at all
But if I'm going down like ashes, you too will also fall
I've said that I know better, yet taunt the flames to burn
When this is done, we'll both be embers, but will I have learned?

You're the shadow in the night who sweeps the ashes of my heart
I'm burned beyond recognition, but recovery is an art

You're the shadow in the night who lets me break his heart
The embers are still glowing because love is an art.

Treading Water

Looking into his eyes that night was akin to staring at the ocean until someone told you yes, it eventually ends.  You want so much to deny common sense; nothing is here despite what is in your direct line of vision.  Love with Mr. Right Now had looked so beautiful once upon a time.  There was the peaceful reassurance that someone could anchor you, steady you in the turbulence life sometimes is.  The tide goes out every morning and someone holds you at night.

My little boat gets tossed in rough waters, but I have got someone who seemingly secured my dreams firmly to the underbelly of my craft.  I might not be invincible, but I am seaworthy, albeit reckless.  Is this what we are supposed to become within the waves of desire?  I am headstrong against the elements simply because someone with beautiful eyes makes me feel as though I matter.   

            If only it were all smooth sailing peppered with favorable trade winds of passion.  Too many broken promises on red sky mornings provided me with enough unheeded reasons to take warning.  Like any worse for wear captain, I can tell you the moment I should have turned back.  Yet, I sailed on, letting my ship get destroyed by a hurricane I knew was just beyond the horizon.  Of course, it would be easy to plant my feet at a safe port.   Never venturing back to rough waters would preserve my fragile heart. 

            I am, however, restless and the ocean calls my name.  Come find worlds beyond here, live not a life of solitude on barren land when you are meant to sail.  So I look out to the horizon once again, knowing he does not hold the keys to any of me.  Sailing away, like all good things, is a risk, but I am ready for new adventures and look for red sky nights.