I cannot touch your fog people
They haunt me every night
Sad smiles slipping from their faded lips

There’s a moth drowning in the candlelight
The velvet flour of its wings
Dancing in the flames and casting shadows
Over my sunken eyes

I’m searching for your breathless
But maybe that’s my problem
Perhaps all they are is smoke and air

There’s no moon tonight in this sinkhole sky
The blackbirds have smothered her
In their charcoal feathers as fireflies
Pretend to form stars

I can only remember your voice
Ringing like elk-song in my ears
When their dew point fingers brushed my heart

There’s a silence that is pulling at my soul
The soft glow from my chest
Is being dragged over those unlit fields
I walk alone

I cannot touch your fog people
They are not mine to see
Sifting in between here and eternity  

There’s a scream echoing in my memories
The desire to touch your mist
Leaving hopeless footsteps that end abruptly
And do not exist

The forest has been waiting for you
Patient but forever it has
Been quietly pining for you to return
Its heartbeat's track of ballads

The doe appears out of nowhere
There's a screeching of wheels
That's how I think of you
A beauty the world is always narrowly missing

The sky has been calling your name
But  you forgot how to listen
Long ago you once joined feathers to clouds
And in sunlight made them glisten

The cat lurks in the shadows
There's a midnight cast to her back
That is how I think of you
A haunting spirit with grace but no definition

The sea has been forever taunting you
Its crashes add to your fear
The knowledge of that waterlogged creature
Somewhere deep down there

The breeze catches your hair
There's a soft roll of thunder in the twilight
That is how I think of you
A gentle storm to rock a child to sleep

I miss you
Such simple words
Full of pain
Causing pain
Shattering
Like crystals upon
A cold stone heart
It’s simply
That I can’t stand
To be here
So all I want
Is to be there
Logically
****
What am I doing?
So convincing
The truth is
The truth is
The truth is
I’m lost

I found God in the heart of a mustang
And he begged don't show me
To the rest of the world
I'm not the man they think I am
I created neither the universe nor the earth
I'm sorry I just am
The spirit of a wasteland
Just please, don't let them find me
They'd **** me if they knew

And his eyes shone out his fear
Too wild, too innocent and vulnerable
And he quivered knowing he was
Alive only in his unbroken freedom
He pleaded once more
Please don't let them know I'm here
They would hunt me down
Rope me in until I could neither
Move nor breathe any longer
And they'd bury me ignorantly
Beneath their fear and false crown

I found God in the eyes of a mustang
Hiding in the desert canyons
All skin and hollow bones
Waiting for the world to end
And he screamed as I roped him in
And tried desperately to warn me
This will never be the same again
Keep on dreaming I whispered
We both know that God is already dead

How can one ever describe
The evenings in the ice
When troubled smoke billows
From heat that does not suffice

The radiance of beauty there
So much stronger in the mind
The glittering little branches
Whose birds you cannot find

The world's afire tonight
Don't pray for that moon
Take cold light and hold it close
Endless dark will come too soon

Somewhere the city is screaming
Afraid but clueless as of what
Has set it to these underworld blazes
And spotlighted its icy cut

But here the quiet forest
Has only music to play
And as the maples dance in the light
The sun departs the day

And I'm curled in your arms
That last ember in our hearts
The brightest scene of fading
That ever graced the arts

So intricate, so pure
Tell me, did you put this here?
Oh sorry, I forgot
You are not the spider
That's her

Look at the beautiful water
Droplets so precious
How can you resist such melancholy?
See her blue?
Is that my grey?
Oh sorry, that is you

So fragile and insecure
Now really, what can she mend?
My paper lined heart?
Oh sorry, my mistake
It was you she did break

Look at the shadows there
So deep and morose
Can't see what I mean?
Her yellow gutted spleen
That your foot?
So sorry, my misstep

Won’t you let me in
Dear friend?
It’s rather cold out here
And there’s a frost that’s beginning
To bite onto my ears

Won’t you open the door
Kind sir?
You are passing right by
And there’s no great difference
In the tolerance of you or I

Won’t you come this way
Sweet madam?
Take pity on a poor cat
And hold me in your fur-coated arms
Give me a gentle pat

Won’t you let them know
Dumb dog?
There’s a king at their door
And he will not take being treated such
And will ask kindly no more!