The souls awake at four in morning,
Are usually missing someone.
Or trying to fill that void that's left when that someone leaves.
Such a sad time, isn't it ?
The worse part is they might not even know it.
But, how can you blame yourself if they were the ones to leave?

Where has the time gone grandpa ?
Your hair has gone from jet black to salt and peppered.
Did I really miss out on that much?

I guess it has been almost ten years since I last came down for more than a couple days.
I had only been seeing you in the summer , those 3 day escapes on the lake.
Now that I've been working with you for a couple weeks, I can see the wear of all the hard work you've done.

I may have missed out on a lot.
But, now I'm here.
Hoping to make up for missed time.

****, not another one about you.
But, it's 5 In the morning.
My heart sinks thinking that maybe our love wasn't true.

Look,
Ten eyes.
Tenno.


Lightning gods sheltered,
Look:
See ten arms.

9
9
9
90
9
All faces,
All disarmed.

Little boats
Examine the time -
Their sails go shifting
As the wind goes searching,
And the world's out waiting for me.

With their bodies bright
As sunlight broken
From it's steely chains,
The doors of heaven gaping,
With the bottom of the sea shaking,
And the the little boats sink and rise,
Sink and rise again.

Antebellum;
Cotton blows in the black south,
Spitting soul from black Caesar's mouth.

Wind of song and wind that moans,
Wind that howls from buried bones.

Wind of truth and wind that rains,
Wind of dying in broken chains.

Bittersweet in this prison where no one can touch me
I see people out there smiling,
And they're laughing at me.

Gaping, their chasm
Red
Like silver bullets,
Pink and purple.

Flashing like fires,
Through the shrub and trees.

Eyes run,
Feet catching the ground
Fast.

The spots are running,
The wind with them.