Dreams alone break bones with no intention
yours too is see through just like your reflection
crave new with blood blue you taste the season
make real lies you feel and renounce all reason
drink in these sins then forget times intrusion
latch tight to fresh life and command more illusion

I saw an aging man inside his meek and slender frame
and was reminded at a time that he and I were both the same
our arms each strong as any man's and voices always sure
though everyday walked farther from the children that we were
he carried on his face the look of half a million tears
yet also there were smiles I'm sure he'd found throughout the years
as I watched, I dreamt of loss and what it means to die
it was then he saw himself in me and the youth that passed him by

I unwittingly wander like a river to wind
not seeking a center just the piece of a mind
I unknowingly dabble in this thing and that
in attempt to make sense of the place I am at
I unassuredly stumble then walk on my own
from stone static past toward futures unknown

He dreams of night lines while many moons pass
she cries for lost time she had spent way too fast
he lovingly wonders as cold fingers spill sand
at one twisting in sorrow that she cant understand
he awaits the day this burning will fall into place
but chemicals at night time reconstruct her face
she's known many dreams but loved his the most
and so it seems time would see fit to torture them both

The deep ones all drown in a sea of uncertainty
while in the shallow pools vapid ones quickly find dry land
all this from a difference I dont understand
These young ones who are born alongside epiphany
yet long to hear deeper tones from the throats of their peers
will count away months with empty ears
The true ones are few just a dying breed rarity
you'll know when you see them wondering eyes open wide
with minds always hungry and spirit satisfied

I see pictures on your skin of all the places that we were,
in all those tender times when I was sleeping
I hear echoes in my mind, all those quiet words you spoke,
and by memories they live on in safe keeping
but you see little else in me but all the places we would go,
if in time, both sun and stars were beaming
I hear whispers of my hopes reflected off your smiles,
though it's clearer now that I was only dreaming

If full of brackish our thoughts belie
soft spoken regret or indeed deny
remaking the gladden into slow dreams
and trading the truth for what may seem
while trees felled alone will make no sound
I would run nonetheless if I was still around