Would the cancerous ocean accept the cure
I found among the moon's demure

For, beneath the depths,
You'll come upon the earth
And know of love, and all its breadth.

We were flying over Texas
Rather apprehensively
We dropped a few thousand feet from the turbulence.
I made a few dark, although humorous, jokes to myself.
Only imaginings, I thought

Then suddenly
The wind rushed,
I felt the pressure change
And then debris

I rushed for a parachute
I knew how to save my life

And I am, now.

The silver lining in your eye
Weighed heavy
And beckoned me to study in moments passing by,
Swiftly passing through our days,
Until we found our way.

The hot springs, beneath us,
Gave birth to knowledge of the sky
I was lost, though, in your cinnabar eyes
And withdrew every part
To give it back, equally.

And
I demonstrated how the planets align,
And you loved the motion of my hands
As they described the distant

you fell before Venus.
She said, "take your time."
But you denied

If I had known those eyes would take me to hell, through quicksilver fields, to a sudden, winter season...

But we moved swiftly through our days
Until we found our way.

Lights have gone out
In the streets
In the city of Paris;

As those stars dash through space
Turn your chin up
See them burning bright

And
In the mourning
As you carry the weight
Of the sun

Be reminded of the night

The specters of the stars
Illuminated by this moon tonight
Were summoned to the table.

The beat of distant wings sounded in my ear, "you're counsel,
It is yet a dreary fable."

"You scoundrel!
You know nothing of whats coming!
And we've been hinting in your ear
'you're failing!'"

Look into the forest
The avenue is littered with fear
I have become a fortress
To block the rains, the rage, the deer

By candle light - howls in the night
- I write of what these walls have shown.
Accept the light - this isn't right
- my emotions have all but flown

I see a ram in the moon
And the hermit guides me here
Will I be doing something soon?
My path seems pretty clear

My drunk old friend, what did you say?
Was it something like: roll the dice - go all the way?

I think about how I feel
How I'm always listening to my heart
"Won't you pump a little faster?"
I pumped
And she felt it
"Magic" she called it

We were never on the same page.

Magic comes from a wand
Or from the throat.

But I still can't hold a conversation
I run and hide
While my body stays behind
Right there,
In front of you

Do you see me?
Because I don't.