Rattlesnakes and Vanity

Footsteps on my soul

Rattlesnakes in my pocket

I am not that vain

When I see reflections

I see all those mistakes

She talks to angels

Even though she doesn’t have wings yet

Tiny slip of his hair

Tucked into that little silver locket

Hemorrhaging heart

More with every pump

Feeling the pain

Hidden behind that smile

I am not that vain

Like that song from so long ago

Remember from so long ago

Not yesterday old but years ago

Rattle snakes and vanity

Walking down empty hallways

Reflections in the shadows

Voices in the past

She talks to angels

Even the wings are years away

The locket empty

Laying in the shadows along the hallway

sounds of the moon

The sound of the moon is beautiful

Remember that time we danced

In the bed of that pickup truck

Moon light and fireflies the only light

Shadows setting the mood

Twinkling little stars in the darkness

Gone in a heart beat

A memory frozen in summer time

So vivid it could be yesterday

Two stepping under the moon

In the glow of fireflies

Country music lingers on air

Smelling like summer

A memory that brings warmth

Frozen in yesterday

The wind is cold now

Windows crystal snowflakes

Snow and howling wind

Memories the only warmth

In this cabin at the edge of the world

Fire burns in the hearth

Crackling and cooking an Irish stew

A moonlight sonata floats in the air

Dried Paint

The paint swirls
Colors mixing 
Only stopping 
when it's just right
Layer on layer 
Slowly an image appears 
A memory from so long ago
Words swirl in the mist
Having meaning only when they want too
I miss you more today
More then yesterday 
The image so guttural 
With an intense stare
Looking clean through your soul
The paint gets thicker
And some how smoother
With the passage of time
I miss you more yesterday 
Then the day before
Paint has dried 
An image telling a story
Whispering through the years 
A memory you can't take away
Hanging on a wall
The damage so evident