Torn

'Hold me, like the river Jordan, and i will then say to the you are my friend
-Michael Jackson

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not be in want.

My heart cries out, in desire and craving.
My head spins, as water trickles down a trembling face.
The hardwood of my heart creeks, churns, bends and warps
In the arms of an angel, warm and complete
My heart refuses to beat
As the heat of her love swirls
To the eager anticipation of a failing world

Stars shine in her eyes
Tears form in his
Memory fading of a fading bliss

I will cry and i will weep
As they walk away, to amber days
As the sunsets on a golden age