Although there are two of us here, in my heart

I walk alone

My soul screams to be set free

but only a sigh emerges

Crushed with silence, detached

Every nite, I walk these purple fields

My knees scraped and bleeding from the peppled ground

Fingernails break as I wail into this fragrant earth

My desire is to break bread with you

and trace your smile with my fingers

Come and harvest this soul

I cannot do it alone, and I am tired of trying

My silent prayer is for you to know this

Dreams spread out into waking hours

I run into a patch of pure moonlight

It consumes me with its beauty

The little girl inside peeks out, and I want to hold her

But she is in a free fall

And all I can do is watch