She had a porcelain complexion
But make no objection
She was perfection
She had soft doe eyes
And a smile that could light up the night
Sometimes
We would lie awake
Stay up late
Talking till the morning started peaking through my stupid shades
Her soul was truthful
It was beautiful
But somewhere along the line someone broke her so now she tries to hide
Behind
Little thin white lies
And a harsh abbrassive guise
In reality
She loves deeply,
Softly
And completely
But I never loved her because she couldn't let me

Whatever a smiling ocean is
With its grin as wide as dunes
And its lips pressed to the moon
Walking with the creatures of the deep
Where magma crawls and the rocks creep
Through sandy meadows filled with reefs and scales
And a stormy shadow of sunken sails
You'll see the sun piercing through
Where all you can breathe is blue

A cycle of rain and nitrogen
And everything looks a lot like mud
But that's where the stuff grows you know
Where the ancients have fallen
Cause here's a place too sow seeds you see
To spread your wings and fall over and over again
Rest easy
Crash your waves
Flood the sky
Sink into the earth
As here's a place made for no mortal
That's why the sun and stars came to play

one day i walked into a room,
and i didn't know more than
i knew, but one day i walked
into a room.

with your fantastic, swirly, oceanic eyes,
you locked with my Van Morrison'*****-colored eyes,
and I thought, well maybe, just maybe
I didn't think that far into it,
but one day i walked into that room,
that room you were in,
and a thought crossed my mind.

you don't mingle with the others.
you don't tread water like the others.
you're in your own ship, and
that ship seems pretty stable on this sea.

see, my ship is stable as well, but it's
been with a lot of work, constant
reconstruction of the captain's ship
due to heartbreak, self-discovery,
and everything in between.
my sailing will never be anything
Columbus or Polo-level
extraordinary.

you just sail in a practical nature
like Cook, in Renaissance-flavor
like Raleigh, and
one day i walked into a room, that room,
and not only did i want to come on board your ship,
get lost in your eyes or at sea,
but i wanted to walk with you
at the bow or even on to the plank.

Sometimes,
And by sometimes i mean usually,
My skin is colder
Than my heart.

And i'm cold and missing you
And it's not like you're far away,
Or won't be here for long,
But i'm tired and shaky
And freezing
And thinking
Much too much.

And they pulled up their hands
After soaking themselves in space
Took a breath and began blowing sand
Forged from dust amongst an age of waves
Where clouds of ash could fall like snowflakes
And their embers rained
A storm of ore was gently sprayed
Over the pattern of valleys and figment shapes
The rocky canvas flooded with pigment and seething grains
As shadows played against the flame
They lay in a wake of clay and paint
Bellowing songs of ancestors throughout the cave