It's very late in the evening
     sun is going down
night is young
Among the crowd
     I see you
watching the southern eclipse
Pour out your heart to me
Secure all that you need
reassure for today
Temperature is hot
Southern eclipse
I open my mind
to see what I find
Among the crowd
I see you
It's you  who I want
I've roamed the world
looking for you
You have cleared my mind
I pour out my love
for you, for you
Ashore I'm waiting for you
southern eclipse
southern eclipse
I can face another day
because of you
your embrace is warm
No one can take your place
Southern  eclipse,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

I want to be the image
on a loop in your mind
a technicolor exclusive

the word that camomile
soothes your throat

teardrops of light
that speckle the walls
in dawn dreams

the little flame that melts
your frozen fist
of a heart

there'll be a ball of socks
hugging at the end of the bed

and you'll teach me phrases
my throat has never
truly felt before

Right girl
Wrong time
She was hanging
With some other guy

I thought I
Was stronger
Than I found out
I was

Pride gets
In the way
So often
These days

Am I to blame
Or are you
I'm still not
Quite sure

A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?



The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.



I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.



I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.



I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.



If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.

Could we all be insane, am  I the only
one who makes sandcastles out of
sea water just to watch them collapse.

Like my thoughts, building them
to heights that never stand up to the
reasoning, before they collapse inwards.

Am I the only one that touches my heart,
feeling it beat coldly, living externally
but dead within myself I hear copse voices.

I build sandcastles in the sea knowing that
there momentary, pretty voices telling me
that life is a dream, wake up and die already.

I am never

straw bales
I am the needle buried

find me I dare you