"Her Rhymes"

Well, she sees the right and wrong
In the life that I put in my songs
She talks of magic laughter's and signs
That's been set between the lines

And I am just in awe missing her rhymes.

Seeking to see it my way,
She told me the other day,
Of a bleeding heart …
A lonely and tired heart
Which goes to the window every morning
Seeking the song of the birds, and mourning
For the sun that awaits the stars to go away
So it can free with its rise, the ghosts of the bay.

And I am in awe missing her next rhyme.

As if the flowers never die.
As if the brothers never fight.
As if the longing is a wakening.
As if her love was a lightening.
To wake me up from a nightmare
She tells me that it is only fare.