Sleepwalking past love

Hidden in the depths of my dying heart,

I cry for what I have failed to see.

Nothing becoming my reasons for suffering,

only to end up in the darkness again.

In my heart I have failed to accept love,

sleepwalking into the dreams of yesterday.

I hear the sounds of the birds in our tree of old,

making their own desires for life in this fall.

The colors are more than my mind can comprehend,

a brushstroke from the gods of this world.

Sorrow has been my friend in times of need,

tears broken by the sleeplessness inside.

Reaching out beyond my reach I walk alone,

asleep to the very love I held so close inside.

Painful visions of lust breaking the dawn within,

killing my will to fight, taking my love away.

In this night I close my eyes only to fail,

blinded by the dreams I fear when I open my eyes.

Right past love I gave up all that I thought I knew,

bleeding soul falling into the waters of agony.

Painted by the tears burning away my desire,

sleepwalking again I wake up as I fall.

Lips haunting my kiss underneath of my mind,

where dreams make their way with me in torturous pain.

Walking away from the fall of my winter’s dream,

no heart holding me close enough to feel.









Johnny Newell