Incomplete Lullaby — Lisa Mitchell

Like a turning head Like a second look Like a burning leaf of an open book

Like a pounding sea Like a messy crime When your eyes first met with mine

Like a broken word Like a tragic smile Like a thousand steps or a single mile

Like a lonely chance Like a savage glow When you turned and said hello

I was just about to call There were flowers on the ceiling You left me feeling

Like a fading voice Like a closing door Like a dozen lies and a dozen more

Like a twisted tongue Like distant bike When we broke out in the dark

The stars looked like burning sparks The lights were warm but chilling You left me feeling

Tired Could not close my eyes On fire But frozen inside To run or to hide Speechless my words could not melt Whisper I wanted to shout With out you I felt

Like a fleeting thought Like a double eight Like a gentle fear of a warming taste

Like a placid breath Like a cooling blow When you stopped and held me close

Inside I nearly froze Your touch is almost healing You left me feeling

Tired Could not close my eyes On fire But frozen inside To run or to hide Speechless my words could not melt Whisper I wanted to shout With out you I felt

Like a setting sun Like a last goodbye Like an incomplete lullaby