Wishing Well

...And as it’s fading

to a drowsy blue to live in

I keep my eyes closed

and pretend that I’m still sleeping

there’s a hole when she’s smiling

and a fire when she’s sad

and a void when she’s glad

when I feel how she’s humming

how alive she’s inside

I only hear how I lied

cosmic comic-strip

behind this wall I stay forgiven

mirrors cracking clear the view

daring me to drown in there and take her with me

From your lips to Gods ears and to the wind....

there’s a hole.....

and there’s always a reason

yet it’s so hard to tell

from this wishing well

though these thoughts are colliding

I’m left bound by the spell

of this wishing well.....