By the vastness of the sea I plead:
Oh flower of May, do not go away.
But sow your seed right here,
in the safety of my soft clay.
I promise, it will endure
more than a winters day.

And surely I know that the heart is a fickle thing.
It constantly desires what's beyond its reach,
and desire itself is known for its beseech.
Like the sea: Rivers may flow into it,
and rain may pour down.
Yet no true satisfaction
will ever be found
on this ground.

But it's within the glaciers of my soul I am bound to you.
And the soul is unchanging, eternal and true.
It's what gives its cup, the heart, its color.
And what gives your eyes their splendor.
And it's the might in the lion's roar.
It's the very core of our being.
It is the seeing.

But if you should come to doubt my sincerity.
Then let me share with you, my clarity:
I know that the die has been tossed,
Rubicon has already been crossed.

The door back is long lost.
Its key has been flung into a sea
whose width is like the width of life,
whose depth is like the depths of death.

And this was done at my soul's own behest.
Moreover, I was not the only doer, we were three.
But only those who can truly see will agree with me,
regarding the Vastness of the Sea.

But I'm grateful for feeling it.
For in truth,
what could love be
without it?

It feels like I'm dying.

Uh, pain.
Oh, clarity.

We are all dying.

It wasn't okay.
It didn't improve my day.
I greatly miss our parley.

And to know on top of it all: I hurt you feelings.
It makes me appalled, makes us stalled.

Foolishness manifest.
A captain on a ship called distress.
It's crew, worldly unhappiness.

My words are cheap, I know, but my heart is deep.
Perhaps that's why I find it so hard to tell you a lie.
Or to truly say goodbye.

You should know how I am by now:
Transparent as an empty bottle of white wine.
Empty from all the intoxication I tried to find,
attempting to subdue my treacherous mind.

I'm waiting for two miracles, I pray.
But unless your rivers flow my way,
do not share in my dismay.

It feels impossible to say, yet:
perhaps it was meant to be this way.

As the sun rises, I remain
dreaming of living again.
Hoping to move beyond the pain.
Laying with a childlike hope
of escaping this slippery *****.

I dream of waking up
to a place full of grace:
Where rivers flow both ways.
And where I get to see your face:
Glowing with happiness.

Hearing your name in my head,
sends ripples through the bed.
And for a second, I'm in a nightmare:

How did I get here?
Will I turn cold or bitter?
My body continues to jitter.

Don't forget to breathe.
Stubbornly wipe those tears,
before they flood your ears.

Just endure.
And at last,

a second will have passed.

Death in the mornings.
Repeat. Repeat.
Caught in hoops: Mental loops.
Dead end road.

Death in the mornings.
Relief. Relief?
Don't seek shelter in that:
Dead end road.

Death in the mornings.
Belief. Belief.
Have patience now: Know how.
Long straight road.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.