can’t tear your eyes from
want to taste
want to touch
want to feel
anything other than numb
want that fire
want that spark
want that need
for an intense attraction
to leap
to lust
passion
If only you sang for me…
I hear your voice and let it take me away,
singing words filled with passion,
with love.
I hear your songs and fall in love
with the voice, with the man
who sings.
My soul soars and is rejuvenated,
shivering with the melody,
repairing me.
If only you were right by my side,
singing softly in my ear,
every night.
If only you could be singing to me,
that this song was mine forever
from you.
—
Inspired by Ramin Karimloo… I swear I’m not obsessed. Okay, maybe I am!
That Harsh Reality
It is a feeling I know well–
Like I should be doing more
To pursue certain aspirations.
Watching my good friend,
Sitting in front of a crowd
And strumming and singing away
Always inspires me…
Makes me want to rush home,
Press or pluck a tune
Or pen some lyrics
But then there’s that stupid reality
That says dreams like mine,
Performing for the world,
Happen once in a blue moon
And only if circumstances are right.
It’s kind of a harsh reality
But I guess it’s better to realize
It all now and pursue a living
While I pursue my passion
On the side whenever I can.
If only there were time to do it all…
conquering fire
passion fuels fire
but certain flames
burn out too fast
or never long enough
lick the air
tease the skin
scorch the wood
melt the tin
the blaze that never burns
will do the most damage
for nothing unaffected by fire
will ever grow to conquer it