FAMILIAR WARMTH

I stared at the ceiling today and it stared back,
relentless look always looking down at me, it shows
me it's heart of stone.

I turn to my side, It's sight gone off to somewhere
else, I look at the pictures, windows and walls
all around, they push me down.

But then my hand brushes close to a familiar warmth,
my body moves toward it, I open my eyes to find you
laying by my side.
And the walls shatter, the windows open wide and
the ceiling loses it's eyes, I fall asleep and into the
dream world again.

All my thoughts have left while I stand alone,
while I fly back, never looking down, always ahead,
where you always are.

So I turn my head to one side, just to look for your hand,
and I smile while my eyes cry out "Can't you hear
my hearts loud beating?"

But then my hface is brushed by a familiar warmth,
my body reacts and my face moves towards it, to find
kissing my bloodstained cheer.
And the clouds all huddle together and cover up
the sun, they give us a little shade and rain to soften
the ground we'll fall upon.
So whatever reason we may have is reason enough
to hold our stance, against everything between us,
against everything but our world.