I dance under stars and with the wolves sing, spend all night by fires and the warmth that they bring, and the moon just an echo of the days sweet light, leaving egos blinded by clarity of sight, the people that pass are friends to us all, their voices carry onward unhindered by walls, though all men are different for whatever it's worth, make your home in the city but my bed is the earth

You would stand in the water just to muddy it up
such a terror to wade through if you're easily stuck
invent ways to view them, then tear down the stars
in the dead light of others you can see what you are
weaving delicate words arranged to attract sweet prey
but soon you snare yourself in webs and things you say
half of what you hear and speak has always been hot wind
still you with two glass houses see yourself without sin

Lay still, and dream awhile, of orchids in moonlight
neath stars on a hill, taste the juice of elderberries,
fermenting as it spills, though not one thought alone
with a boy who knows no limits, and hands as cold
as stones, once tossed across the river with intent of
breaking bones, the dust crushed into powder then
stuffed into his nose, as he hands you all his misery
he claims to hold a rose, but your heart has known
wisdom in spite of growing old, you have learned  
to keep soft petals from the cold, while in deep starlit
scenes, you imagine thriving forests alive in shades of
green, but remember long before this, when it had all
just been a dream

Awaken if you will, to words you spoke in jest
in dreams you took your fill, and left me all the rest
hearken if you dare, to the wisdom you once knew
of swansongs and self care, both of which were true
archaic, sound the thoughts, but strings all seeming pure
your heart's been many things, though none of them are sure
awaken fore you burn, and then try and coax yourself
for the roads all twist and turn, on your journey out of hell

I'm sorry for the years
the ones you felt you owed
to a man you saw as half your worth
and maybe rightfully so
I'm sorry for the words
and whispers we've not spoke
the nights we spent alone
refusing to be close
I'm sorry for the doubts
you should have never known
in the hour of your need
when I left you all alone

Dreams of a boy in the body of a man
I try to catch a glimpse whenever I can
of a time long past as I'm well aware
but if I try really hard I can see myself there
on a night like this and the sky like glass
but the colors are fading far too fast
so I soak it all in just as much as I can
the dreams of a boy in the body of a man

I stand upon the ledge forever, but never stop to dredge up time
I'll jump the ledge of all endeavors just out of reach to leave my mind
to smoke and dance away my troubles, though doubly sure I hope you are
for amid the dusty din and rubble you'll see my remnants scattered far
though I tend to let my branches wither and shiver in the winter cold
yet never have I been so bitter except at thoughts of growing old
my empty eyes that dart and wander to squander love where they may go
then if distance makes the heart grow fonder, that's one more thing we'll never know