The bait of breath- to and fro,
My mind is witless as I go
Certain my words are last to fall,
Does the last word matter at all?

Actions are words in disguise,
Should I look into your eyes?
Arms uncrossed to rest regression
Have I schooled my expression?

Do you find me strange and senseless?
why do I feel so defenseless?
Best to leave it straight and civil,
Lest I'm somewhere but the middle

Amidst discomfort! Amidst uncouth!
How I tire of my youth.
Ever gauche, tact and class-less
I've never been a gifted actress

Can someone teach me how to see
What everyone else wants me to be?

In the Night, in the Day
When the Storm has left the rain
and my loving you is deep,
You will lay by my side
in a Room too light to hide
any monsters from waking our sleep.
And the sun, she will rise!
and banish high tides
'til the moon again walks her shores.
And when spring bluebirds sing
with me in morn' again,
Ne'er am I anything but yours.

I haven't caused a pain that isn't
Caused -itself- by me.
Small worries vest and fester here,
But never breathe the air.

Oh! But how they follow me,
Come once, and then again.
They'd never matter, as they're said,
Refrained, they are unfair.

Forgone once! Forgone twice!
Oh how they grow in sway,
The words, withstood- Be that, they should!
Are they too much to bear?

When every worldly sense is severed,
When not a muscle moves,
When our consciousness relents;
                     I wonder - Who Are You?
The time which slides our every moral
And we cannot be untrue,
We have no will to restrict our strength
                     So I wonder - Who Are You?
In the time when nothing holds us back,
Just before we come to;
Is there someone else so far within-
                     That I must wonder - Who Are You?

Left again, I miss you so;
Sorry that you had to go.
A rolling stone, on back you'll come
Tenacious pain gone slack to numb.

I long for years too far ahead
When rose-colored glass has lost its red.
And love between us, strictly true
When time has let me to be with you.

Never broken, I wish we be.
And olden years do grant us see
I know our hearts, as strong as one,
Will bind us when this wait is done.

No solace comes from solid walls,
No warmth from wooden floors
I feel no freedom from closing doors,
Nor life in well lit halls.
Great tumult comes from twisting trees
And sun makes shimmering snow.
No fences block my way to go,
And branches bear no broken leaves.

What life I leave with lives behind,
I'll miss in the land of weightless souls
They'll feel my warmth in flame-less coals,
And my loss will leave their hearts defined.
With my running brothers, I go,
And take no view behind my shoulder,
Yet, I'll watch them as they all grow older,
And await them with my joy in tow.