I'm a Victim

I want you, can't you see
I'm not rid of you, I'm not yet free
I saw your face and knew inside
That those smoldering embers I still must hide
A desert voice of pain and rust
Flowing through the brittle dust
An ache made real despite the glare
A thoughtless whisper that I wouldn't dare
I'll see you soon in your electric glow
I'll be there swooning from the front row
A sweaty reminder of youth that's lost
But I still will fight despite the cost
For as your words fill my soul
I know for that night I'll be made whole

Centre Stage

I'm counting down the days
Until our spirits collide
Through a crowded space
With no place to hide

A throng of worshipers
Come to raise the roof
Listening to your voice
No greater spiritual proof

Change

As each little thing finally gets done
I get a very happy feeling
Despite the gloomy weather I see the sun
Because I see the day approaching.
Soon we will be starting anew
But in a bigger and better way,
Our eyes will see a different view
As they greet each dawning day.
But for now my aching muscles
Are crying out for some rest,
For now, no more bodily tussles
I know heading to bed is best!