In the end
All things really are
Intimetaly connected to all others.

All rivers run full to the sea,
Lovers are brought back together,
The perfectly blue days kisses the envading darkness of the night,
Stars collide and thoughts entwine.  

We will find a way.

I know it's late and my ink is bleeding
Words are running out but my thoughts are consuming me
Haunting me
It kills me that you linger so close
Although we are
Seperated by too much time to ever find ourselves again.

Maybe I was the one who held you safely in the dark
Maybe I was this echo you heard at night

Maybe I was the one all along
Leave me alone

this is my anthem of negative three
beneath the frosty pine
it is buried, underneath the tree
beware of the blizzard approaching you
seek the candles in the dark
I meant to make my mark
so you are lead to me again
is this real?
my longing and faith in august are still breathing
winds make this north, then south
but you're coming from the west and I'm coming from the east so we'll meet halfway
I'll define and rekindle this fire
and its smoke will guide you
back to me
is this real?
this is my anthem of negative three
buried beneath the pine tree
the ice covers it like
mittens on your hands
the hands that hold mine so tight

-cj