You are the clock above the mantlepiece.
You are the ticking of the hand as it draws forth
my life upon threads of silver and green
grass in the yard, beneath the leaves of the high tree.

You are the Angel on the top of the Christmas tree.
The rain of tinsel and the dew of holly on the branches
as they're weighed down by Christmas eve rains
and propped up by the bellies of family around it.

You are the color of the grass in that time
between winter and spring
when nature doesn't seem to want to
get out of bed for the summer days.

You are the touch of velvety leather in an armchair
sat in front of an open window in winter
that lets in the cold air from the snowy sideyard
and turns my breath to fog and to ice.

You are the Clock above the mantlepiece.
You are the slow drawing arm as it creeps
ever forward, never quickly, towards the earth, and back
in a never ceasing draw toward eternity.

Dark hair. Two pins, keeping each other company.
Green eyes like transparent emeralds
and skin like porcelain dolls
carried by a loving girl
given by her mother
taken by none, until later.

Through the city I make my stroll
but I've already gone and paid my toll.

Hair like slinkys left outside too long
curling thrown aside, up, and away
eyes like thunderstorms over blue sea
watched by lovers
fled by less than lovers
never closed, until later.

Through the city we make our stroll
but I've already gone and paid our toll.

Have you seen the cafe? the one with the pig
inside, licking peoples feet and running about
like a dog with no training, like a person with
no idea what they should be doing?

I challenge you, O my love to challenge me.
do I bring out a potbelly pig in myself with you?
isn't that what you wanted?
It would be cute, if I could manage it. maybe l8r.

Through the park we take our walk,
never really needing or wanting to talk.

mango tea and meltdown tears
don't do anything to my existing fears.
They just bring me along, again, to feel closer,
to convince you that you're not simply a poser
but a person that's more than you. more than me.
Thus saith the lord, the lord of hosts.

Around the lake you start to talk,
and I listen closely while we take our walk.

Hissing geese and widowed ducks
only show the gratitude of those things
that are happy to recieve your bread of life
and my grin of awe at you, feeding them.

Hair like palm trees in the wind, tall, thick
happy to have you under his care, he supposes,
but even happier to have you in his arms
watched by others
envied by more.
never saying goodbye.

Hair, getting longer. Have you pearl earrings?
two pins saying hello to the top of a desk
and to the rim of a crystal cup
lips like a rose petal, touched by one in my hand.
Lips carried by mine,
given by both,
taken by none other, evermore.

Green eyes like forest whispers
Speak to my heart, like a friend
To a friend, to be lovers soon
And say I love you until the end.

Gather my heartstrings and pull them out
Towards you, for you, that I may be whole.

I wanna take the plunge like a crazy V Neck
on a ****** round the corner like a car on nitrous
oxidation's explanation exceeding maximum flash memory.

Like the shade of a great tree in summer heat
I sit beneath your love like a weary traveler
As a man tired and panting in humid weather
Waiting for the storm to move in outside
My window and let the raindrops fall like the tears
That no longer flow from my eyes as wellsprings
Or from yours in your pain... I rest beneath the tree
Of your love like a groundskeeper in autumn;
Watering and tending you for now, in my love
Watching you begin to bloom again.

I wish you knew her like I know her.

The smokey darkness of dimly lit hair
And the smell of Gewurtztraminer on the air
On her breath, which tastes like sunlight
Illuminating the path to breathlessness.

I wish you knew her like I know her.

The watery depths if the green lagoons
Like emeralds in a princess' tiara
Guarding sunlight on her brow;
If only the sun would rise right now.

You'll never know her like I know her.

She's too much for you to handle
Like a child and red balloon watching,
Knowing you'll let go of it soon and cry
Knowing you almost did it on purpose.

Maybe balloons are meant to let fly high,
With the clouds up in the sky.
But don't fret, I don't mean that I will let her go,
I'm up there as a balloon, just like her, you know

You'll never know me like she knows me.

It's only forest eyes and oak hair
With a favorite color similar to a pear
But much sweeter, more than any fruit
And ripe for the tasting, all the way to the roots.

I love her, and she loves me.

I don't wish anything for you a this point you know.
Just gather your things, your memories, and go.

If you want something, don't let it go.
They always say that and presume they know
What's best for me, but I doubt their care
Like I doubt I'd breathe where there is no air.

If you want someone, don't let them go.
They always tell me that and I hear although
Their tones of voice say other things
Like babble speak of ancient kings.

If you need someone, you won't let them go.
Now, for truth; or fact? Do you know?
I don't. I wish I did. I wonder about you...
You have the strength to get me through.

Love comes in many forms, from god, from man,
From everything on this earth that is his, he can
Make wine from water and love from pain.
I can't wait until you're in my arms again.

I tried mango tea once, and you said it was odd
But I thought on my own, and thought what would I lose?
And when I said back to you what you had said, you just nod
And without speaking you took away the need to question you.

If you want something, chances are they want you.
Just love them with every single thing that you do.