as a fractured heart
seeks its muse
in the bright light
of emptiness
in the quiet
of silent shouts
thunderstorms
ripping through
hold me now
this may be it
this may be all
as I release my breath
from trapped exhaustive
hope
am I on time?
when my future
has always been so late
glancing to the horizon
is the sun
setting
or is it rising?
am I forgiven
or forgotten?
when love is elusive
am I on time?
