The Atrium

Goodbye Red Dreams

The fires ran right through
Like a star across the sky
All the snow melted away
Sapphire water into the air

The forest of desire turns to ash
Contrite thoughts remain
Like nails and hair do
But yet not a gloom picture

The fire allows me near
An embrace of welcomed warmth
Engulfed yet not consumed
Loved but not in love

Foolish to believe in fairly tales
Dogs chasing tails

Foolish to believe in fairly tales
Dogs chasing tails

The snow is far on the mountain tops
Glistens with the sunsets
The barren valley between us
Is the reminder of the distance

The sapphire water turns to mist
Climbs to the heavens
Always from the damned like me
Stigma branded on my anchor

Eager hearts quelled by a genuine soul
Beauty witnessed like a passersby
Window shopping with empty pockets
A taste of dark chocolate on the tongue

Foolish to believe in fairly tales
Dogs chasing tails

Foolish to believe in fairly tales
Dogs chasing tails

The heart is aglow
Beacon of passion and will
The heart is the fire
Breathing and moving through

The bleeding heart
The ink from a writer
Truth bound;emotion laced
A scar and a gliding tear

Foolish to believe in fairly tales
Dogs chasing tails

Foolish to believe in fairly tales
Dogs chasing tails

Down all the rivers and the streams
Goodbye red dreams