Winter Phase: Soft Shoulder

Soft Shoulder

Facing the chase
So much wasted?
No, I think not
Still I… slacken my pace
Not to waste too precious time
Tunnel visioning the forbidden
The elusive unforgiving
Tint of rose
Has stricken my sight

I try to hold her
But her cold shoulder
Keeps… sliding me off of that road

Dreams of Calluna
Have you seen her on the hillside?
Does she still think of me… in her seldom idle time?
I’m falling into snow angels
Cause her every move is so graceful
She is truly… one of a kind

Empty handed
Am I foolish?
I should hope so
But I’m not quick to fool
And this isn’t the first time
I’ve waited out to no avail
Through the pessimistic hail
Hear them saying
There’s so much more to life
But then alone she opens up
And all the world seems not enough
And no one can say that I didn’t try

I try to let go of her
But her soft shoulder
Keeps… pulling me off of that road

Please, keep pulling me off of that road