Stars In The Basket

Hand crafted and carved are his deepest emotions

nailed strong to a mind that has weathered some storms

Afloat by the shores of her unfeeling ocean

He's a struggling survivor of the sadness she forms

Their soulful encounters turn cold in an instant

Enraged by the ways of his spirit-dead world

Whatever was real now is no longer potent

as she questions the "whys" and the "what's" in his words

His words -- dangerously spoken in thoughtless endeavor

Said hard by a heart that has meant her no wrong

Yet time and again, into fault-finding fervor

comes "love" -- hideous and dark, in the words of their song

They lived, for the shortest of moments and the slightest of days

Held on to weak feelings from well-strung guitars

As they desperately try to find love in their ways

they had emptied their heaven, gained a basket of stars

They both search their basket for the bluest of skies

Finding reasons to anchor their ride from the waves

Waves brought about by their saddest good byes

And they lose exactly what they were trying to save

Yet they lived...

for the shortest of moments and the slightest of days

Held on to a thread hanging loosely on farce

As love somewhat vowed to stay out of their case

In their handful of heaven, sleeps a basket of stars

Caballero, M. "Stars in the basket". Handful of Heaven © 2000