When I look at you and see your face
split from mine by some hands of grace

Those sultry eyes cast from the dawn
Do they wonder where I have gone

And in my palm is space and shadow
And in my heart is grief and sorrow

Once eclipsed by your olive shade
I wander the world lost and afraid

In a different place I hope to find you
In a different face, and a different virtue

tremble
shaking fingers
I disassemble
the visions linger
I've found a way
to live forever
it makes me stay
but I will never
Be what I said
Or what I sang her
So cold this bed
And cold my anger

I stepped outside the door and the threshold snagged my jean. The winter world looked lovely, the cold seemed so serene. The clouds preserved, in blanched waves, the times that I remember. A barren mess now fully dressed that makes me love December.

It isn't right that I'm so teased for just a month or two. But wait a year through hate and fear, I will again think well of you.

My face was once smooth
It's now an umber shadow
Traded home for beard

Scraping antlers on the tree
Dancing around each honey bee
Finding leaves have now gone dead
Or finding home without a bed