fugitive words

In my books there are gardens of heartbreak and loss
Where I walk under bridges covered in moss.
I would read them to you but I can’t find the words
To explain what they mean, the books in my world.
 
 
In my streets you will find no footprints or signs.
You can wander for miles, not a soul in sight.
I would show you the way but I can’t find the words
To explain where they lead, the streets in my world.
 
 
In my dreams I’m adrift on a slow, slow tide.
I’m alone with the wind and the silence of time.
I would tell you the truth but I can’t find the words
To explain why I feel so alone in my world.
 
 
Out of my reach, like scared little birds,
Flying away from my strange little world.
Let me see them escape, let me leave them unheard,
My beautiful fugitive words.
 
 
You could be in my books, in my streets,
Next to me on the tide in my dreams,
But I can’t let you in, can’t let anyone hurt
My beautiful fugitive words.