the foiled wordsmith

While this gives the impression that it is dedicated to someone, it is not: it is about elusive, unfinished poems. Circa 2005. Imagine your own punctuation because I haven't finalized it.

when i'm alone i sing to you
a song that's from my heart
but before i think to write them down
the words just fall apart

so somewhere else in pieces are
ideas once so clear
and you are left not knowing what
you have every right to hear

dimmed by all these city lights
the thoughts swim in my head
as i try to spin for you
the things i should have said

i heard a song not long ago
of poetry never born
of promise broken, love long lost
of empty souls who mourn

i can't say it nor do i try
after they have gone
to collect the poems i've sung for you
they escape at come of dawn