What beauty today
In a land such as this,
Spinning blue skies
Dizzy from twirling leaves,
Stars in the water
Shining like sunken treasure,
Loose trees shifting
And dripping warm sun down their backs,
And everything, everything alive.
What beauty today,
In this land

Don't get lost in my eyes
I don't want you there,
Don't steal a kiss
It's mine, and wouldn't be fair,
And don't you dare take my heart,
It would be foolish to start
And then would just hurt
In a hole filled with air
And then I'd be empty
And you wouldn't care
So stay out of my head,
**I don't want you there

I open the window
And the cool air glides to the floor,
Waltzing around my room
Sweeping past my ankles like ladies skirts,
While the room above
Leaks off hot air from stifled whispers
Then, the music stops
And the whole room sits
In a swampy,
Soapy silence
Until the clock strikes twelve

Sharp hands
Grasping at the light like straws
But the light drips though
the sharp fingers
Rolls down the Bony wrist
Falls
And puddles on the floor,
Like inverted shadows.
Lost, to the longing hands

Who will save me in the dark?
When there is no light to find,
How could they see my broken heart?
Or ease my lonely mind.

I am no light, oh not me
Though maybe once before,
I am adrift on a stormy sea
Beyond the darkest shore

Though chilly is my gentle dark,
It will not burn or scold.
And softly to my tender heart
It's cold smooth hand takes hold

Here, I get by quite well
Adrift with aimless ease,
My sweet voice joins the muted bell,
I dance with whispers in the breeze

I'll be the quiet between clock ticks,
The tremor in your lies,
The clear around lit candle wicks
The memory in your eyes

Morning indigo
Floods my room and washes
Cool ink streaks on my skin
It swirks and eddies around me
The watery green gold light trickles in.
In, to my morning water paradise

The rooms spins as I tilt my head back,
I see lightning behind my eyes
The floor rocks like stormy water
I waver, pudding arms shake,
Gripping the wall for strength
My belladonna fingers limply clentched
The silent thunder fading
The frozen storm waning,
And back to reality I go....

The ends of my fingers trail dust,
Creating forgotten memories,
And leaving no trace,
No fingerprints,
Just the dusky film of the setting sun,
That shadow-gold twilight
And my reflection in broken mirrors

A crystal sun shines brighter
To crystal eyes
Than any golden sun ever could.