The gentlest heart

A hand sweeping the water's surface

A joke cracked at no one

The warmth of your fever under the blanket

Chopping her wood for a coffee

Drinking wine with a friend who came back

Drowning sorrow with tears

The gentlest heart

This desire of growing up, is no match to the rush of letting go

Come morning the strong winds pass and straightening up begins

Snowfall, rain, come what may we stand in our most sacred spot

By the lakes, by the railroad tracks

There we are, like nothing else ever existed

Our tangled roots decorating the forest floor

Only one thing on our mind

Where are you my friend?

To company this lonely pine

The senses can't define the things I like the best

Love springs fort when I ask it not, and it will do the rest

Speaking of rationality, where are you my sceptic
when the heart aches and breaks indefinitely

Why hide if the truth can always be found

Am I incompatible with this machinised world?

Aren't we all

Here I bestow my breakwater to guard my shores with still water and fresh air.

Here I stand on the edge of it, my curiosity aroused by the pretty lights of the billboards, grey stuff masked with the colours of the red yellow sky at dusk.

But I came for something else, for dreams I reflect on the stars upon me and the love I bear them.

Be my breakwater, my brothers and sisters, drown me with laughter not salt

Be my breakwater, my love, see that this life is not spent, but earned like the warmth of early May

and then, I'm all yours

Like trash she left me by the roadside,
One of the things you'll never forget
But the pain and lessons learned I have forgotten
Beautiful mistakes all the same

In all seriousness, why at all be serious
Dreams can only go so far
Yet they never go away
No matter where I go

Like friendship, in heart unwanted
Mind spins the records of my favourite tunes
And although the sense of euphoria is gone
I nod pleased, and smile

The dumbest thing I ever did, had nothing to do with me

I felt then as I think now how dumb a man can be

See for yourself, look back at what you have done

There is nothing there but fragments, you can't get undone

The perfect picture you're painting, is something you end up hating

And for your health I raise this glass and whisper

It's a monster you are creating