Heart of the night
I've lost myself tonight
in the thoughts and isolation.
It isn't always mind over matter,
when the mind can't even run straight.
Tell me to remember when the last word was spoken
and I'll tell you when the heart started beating.
If you hold your breath long enough
you will see the wings of the butterflies that cover your face.
Now there are no more lights and the moon is late.
Remember to close your stained- glass windows.
Although there is no wind, there is a heart that can't wait to beat,
and assure you that eternity never ends.