Not your poetry but mine

When the time was yesterdays, my heart you made it burn, made my dreams reach beneath your core, where your thoughts coincided with mine, were life gave a meaning to our rhyme, nothing could break my skin, so safe and enveloped within, But time, I don't know you anymore, I can't see you like before, from here, where you left me standing, the light you choose to ignore, the stain of your anger employed, Noise in your eyes, can't give peace to restore, Restore these falling shards of hurt, put it back into my soul, make me believe in what, once more, Refuser of absolution, author of my scorn...(you don't believe in me), darkened soul, empty shells breaking as they fall, from my grasp one by one, slowly letting go, (I can't keep you anymore) my hand's bleeding from my grasp, tears have shed their last, Pain has hurt its end, But I will seek, where to begin, where Light is my comforting friend, were Safe will hold me close, and Peace...

Your time, my music, to breathe the sound of the note, every key opens the next door, the song sings your voice, closing the eyes of the noise, soothing away all the hurt, while I sit and wait for her return, farther than the height of your smile, let it vanish for just a while, dreaming for your pain, every wonder closing in, the moment, my linger, a whisper, the choice, taking her near to the end of her decisive enjoyment, Your eyes, my silence, to reach the end of its possibility, indignant at me, the muter of the sound, the shadow of the light, the wearer of my dreams, while I sit and wait for her return.