Oblivious Plains

 He sits in a dark corner of my heart

Waiting for the silver lined clouds to cry

Paradox of steaming ice water to die

Finding a path in twisted veins of life

Not looking for shadows of hope in lights

Still solving the spiral avenues of this isolated fight

 

He believes in the dark corner of my heart

Twisted!

For someone to light a candle

And whisper a word in his deaf ears

To unravel his scrambled arms

And drink the salt of his fears

 

He grieves in the dark corners of my heart

Dazzling death of his core, loss of his name

Slamming back against the walls, breaking bones 

Insane!

 

She observes from the silent corners of my heart

Thinking, “Insane!”

Absorbing the aroma of still dying flowers

On stage this infinite game

Ignoring the sting in my arrogant eyes 

Describing the depth of my smiling lies

She recoils silently 

From the silent corners of my heart