making a way

i travel through dark places to find away far from ghosts. i wallow in the night of wandering souls looking for homes amongst the other warm bodies wandering in the night. still ness and light have escaped the grasp of the golden fingers, holding on tight to the past and reluctant to embrace a furture of her own. alone she roams with tosseled dreams and unmet things that linger in the air. thick like smoke and scented with desire. the passion runs higher and the flames have become hotter. when i open up and tell you my thoughts you pull away. my feeling hurt and i cannot make you stay. drawn into the love you want me to be but broken by the past i tried hard to flee. your caught in my webs and you traded in for me. not bright not supporting and sorting out things i cannot see. you run in the rain to eascape your own pain, and words cannot keep here when all else fails.