In the Hollows

its in the hollows that I feel you its in the echos of the wind its in the empty of tomorrow its in the shadows of our sin where my mosters lurk and wither at my fragile aching bones its in the hollows that I feel you its in the trees we call our home its in the hollows that I feel you where my dreams don't let me sleep in the corners of the meadows its in the floorboards as they creak its in the waves of my emotions that the floodgates keep at bay a tsunami of devotion held in a puddle of dismay its in the hollows that I feel you its in the middle of our bed where we hold eachother for you and let the silence soothe our heads its at the start of every day its at the end of every night its in the hollows that I feel you a silhouette of shining light