running from the rush of frosted mountain highs,
in the shade of the darkened skies,
somewhere in the quiet glow,
i dream of a love I have yet to know.
not like rain, not like fire,
just the warmth of a soft desrie,
a hand to hold,
and a steady gaze,
one that lingers at the slowest pace.
the night quiets,
and the time feels still,
with a love filled full of thrill,
of quiet moments, of words unspoken,
a fragile thing, never broken.
like a smoke that dissapears,
a love dulling the pain of fear,
simple and soft,
and barely there,
and when She’s gone,
Her scents in the air.
im waiting here, where silence speaks,
for the echo of your heart to beat,
not like fire, not like rain,
but like a cigarette-
soft and faint.