Guitar Jam

Wandering fields

Frozen feet

Moving mornings

Dew on the green

Lost in what we know

The only place to go

Watching flowers bloom

Hiding our fear

The moon shines through

Though not always clear

A petal withers

A wish dies

She saw the pain

But wouldn't cry

Dry like her eyes, yet

Burning inside

Flashing lights

Strained minds

I saw it unfold

With closed eyes

A mess that began

With a lie

Sweet bruises remind us

Of when

Nothing mattered

Even then