Crossroads and Waterfalls

The Midnight Frequency
The world outside the glass was ink and blur,
A steady pulse where once the shadows were.
The dashboard light reflected in your eyes,
Cutting through the layers of the "no" and "whys."
No more ghosts of her, no more "should I stay?"
Just the way the engine breathed the past away.

Back Roads & Waterfalls
You and I, love and fear
Hearts Holding onto the past
Souls of me and you become us

The static faded out as Nightcall hit the air,
A low, electric rhythm hanging in the air.
We talked of everything—the things that break and bend—
And found the "nothing" was a place where we could mend.
Two hearts once static, once afraid to beat,
Now finding heaven in a bucket seat.

Back Roads & Waterfalls
You and I, love and fear
Hearts Holding onto the past
Souls of me and you become us

We pulled off where the pavement turned to dust,
Carrying a heavy, jagged kind of trust.
The **Bermuda Triangle** of where we’d been
Was swirling in the cab, thick and grey and thin—
Until the roar of the water drowned the doubt,
And showed us what the "always" was about.

The falls didn’t hesitate; they simply fell,
Leaving the safety of the rocky shell.
And standing there, the mist against our skin,
I felt the moment that the "us" began.
No more "stay or go," no more torn-in-two,
Just the silver gravity of me and you