I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.

I wonder if it's her,
because I know God works in mysterious ways.

I threw in the towel,
God threw it back
and said,
"Wipe your face,
you're almost there"

The mark has been set and ready they are to go no finish in mind the future isn’t theirs to know buried deep beneath the winters snow the earth endured with months to go until warmth allowed it to flourish and grow

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your *******,
the doubled purple
of your *******,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

build a dream
and then you dream about it
build it...