In my canvas I drew her face,
With each brush stroke I drew her emotions,
Every dash of color paints her feelings,
And as the oil dries I caught her memories.

I framed the canvas as to keep her forever,
Or at least to keep her safe,
But even her portrait wont stay still,
She needed to grow-
Out of her own life.

-HIY

if you are naked
i’ll undress the moon for you
and i'll spoon her too (for you)
and if you are tired
i’ll make the bed for you
if you are hungry
i’ll cook my head for you
and you'll have to let it sit there
and you'll have to let it bleed
and I'll row your boat (for you)
gently down the stream

I.

No, don't go now. Please
don't go now; the fog is creating ghosts
out of people and we're breathing clouds out of our mouths.
Tell me about that time when you held your breath
under the lake for six years and still survived;
tell me how if I do that, it'll never work.
I'm not a sea God
any more.

II.

My knees tell better stories than my tongue
ever did, please don't; wretched hive harangues
the mind in a plague, can't you see I'm holding you down
and telling you you're all I ever wanted,
you're all I ever wanted; your head is the stuff of dreams
you're all I ever wanted; you can put your arm
right through me and only feel mist;
I am fog. I'm creating ghosts out of you.

III.

Make it up to me in a rainbow of hues of grey;
at the end of it I'm holding my ribs open. I've never
been more colourful and sad at the same time.
You're the mirrors to my house; stay
has always sounded better than don't go

yet neither seems to work anymore.

Given just a moment to realize,

What cards I hold in my hand,

And decide the next possible move.

Every passing moment is a realization,

Same old play, same old game.

You never know,

You’ll be dealt the same again.

Time is a careful dealer.



King of diamonds by my side,

My dreams are full of hearts.

Although, it’s always been a card in the pack,

It’s awkward how my dreams pull it back.

You bring illusions to life,

With terrible tricks up your sleeve,

Time – you are no healer.



Not in this life, I believe,

I will see your charm again.

I wouldn’t ever win a hand like that,

Not my share of bargain.

I’ll come back in my next life,

Maybe, I’ll have some tricks by then.

Maybe, I’ll be dealt your cards then.

Same old play, same old game.

Only you’ll be on that other end.

Blaming time for being a sorcerer,

Time is the best dealer.