The Blind Man

Now on again I start weave
This long and complex tale
With twists and turns and ups and downs
My dreams have been my shield
I hear your voice but can not see
Will you lead this heart to home
With broken eyes and this cracked heart
I search your lovely tone
These recent steps were mine to take
An I took them all alone
O feel my whispers brush back your hair
To the window of your home
Now in my dreams I see your face
Like a man that once could see
For as long as we keep out of sight
A blind man I shall be
So hard I try but can not write
My heart is at a stop
I need a muse, some inspiration
Can you lend me just a thought?
A simple touch, a gentle whisper
Or even just a look
Would be enough for me to see
An gain back the heart you've took
I know my acts and who I am
An feel what I can be
On this next turn whether up or down
I hope that I can see

The Distorted Illusion

Now looking at my picture, you say you see my art
But my meaning so much deeper, if you only knew my heart
As a focus point in thought, you blend against the rain
I feel your lonely droplets with this mind thats gone insane
You try to understand me, but your looks are so confused
If my actions are not clear, then I have nothing left to loose
An though you hear me clearly, to me you have no tune
Forever I am reaching towards the stars and darkened moon
Now falling off my face I look at my own tear
Forever seeing eyes which have never been so clear
Distorted is this image reflecting back at me
Wtih illusions that are bending I am not what you can see
I know the words I tell you make less than perfect sense
But this is how I show you what I feel at present tense