Curse of Comfort

Of all the things I know
This is for sure

You're the man I love
The only one to adore

Each caress, an act of care
To gamble with I would not dare

And with every turmoil each day brings
Comfort comes with your side being

At times I curse the day it was
That you turned up and made me pause

The echoing silence I have to endure
Every time you make me less assure

They say its better to have loved than not
Forgive me for I may differ a lot

Not knowing how I fit by your beside
Was surely but a blessing disguised

The Measure

No memories to treasure
nor loyalty to measure

No feelings to harbor
Or thoughts to ponder

The barrel so empty
No wine to keep company

In the dark of the nigh
The gales bring a song

Of passions that die, hopes subside
And cheer that's forever gone

And what scale shall we use
To measure our lives

With such void around
In whom do we confide

Our beings are but entwined
By choice is a myth of the mind

Memories, Loyalty, Feelings and Thoughts
Is all we have at the end of the day

All that's real

Lets speak of rainbows, lets speak of joys
Of shadows under the moonlit skies.
Lets speak of warm showers when the outside is cold
Of the novel that has a story to be told.

Lets speak of memories, of loved ones at rest
Of friendships too, those that we remember the best.
Lets speak of those who aren't long forgotten
Of those whose side we cherish with smiles and affection.

I'll whisper a secret, never to be heard
You guard it forever, that's your promise to uphold.
Cause with all that goes on, sometimes I feel
You and I is all that's real.

Forlorn Wanderer

A smile that could melt your soul
A rarity to sight, a mystery unbeknown


Eyes that gleam, yet so cold
With a heart that shall not unfold


In the yonder, plays a band
Happy songs of joyous lands


The eyes that gleamed, dared not discover
A loving word, an honest brother


Know not our kin, the forlon wanderer
Of joyous tunes and kindly strangers


They bring with them a wealth beyond the letter
A sobering touch to a make one feel better


With smiles undiscovered, heart stuck in his chest
Our friend none the wiser, oh what will he regret


To a destination decided, on a path less shown
Mistrusting of turf, the wanderer never comes home

Keepsake to Keep

Won't breathe a word of what you mean 
It isn't a prize to boast nor gain to sing

And I act like I'm the first to ever have loved
But it wasn't meant to be - not with you, not like this, not with me

Head over shoulders, dived right in
All thats left to do is wait for this ship to sink

It isn't in the throws of passion, when I sigh a name I don't believe
It isn't when you say you love me, those words you never utter for me

Its when you glance my way from across the floor
Its when you touch my knee and no one knows

When you kiss my cheek and I'm half-asleep
Its when you nod your head to say 'I'll be there'

I cherish this friendship, that's what this is
A friend I love, a keepsake to keep

Turning Tables

The tables, they shall turn my friend

Only a matter of time, not yet the end

High and mighty, that you may be

An acquired taste, so rancid for me

The strut you strut, why don't you see

The pitfalls, your heels pay them no heed

Your eyes on the prize, you forgot me

No light for the blind, then to whom shall we plead

No matter yet, for you shall see

The tables my friend, they shall turn for me