there was a time
I was connected
to myself
and to it all

my heart feels like a piece of wood
just waiting for the axe to fall

I know it will be split in two
I don't want the suspense to end

but deeper down I look within
and want to be the tree again

they say
it is always today

but I can guess
what will come next

tomorrow will
be stranger still

and infinitely more complex

every autumn
the same tree
changes shades
different leaves

tick tick tock
like a clock
each leaf falls
only once

one by one
every year
watch each leaf
disappear

and wait here
silently
different winter
the same tree

caress my heart
and brush apart
this impervious surface
you make me nervous

hush
shut up
shush

just a crush
such a rush
so much

touch me like you deserve this

most of the things
that I have heard
are made of nothing more than words
and then with you
the trouble is
there are not any words for this

we have danced
a million kinds of madness
under the same Moon

what is my aim
what is my task
I don't even know
what questions to ask

this is no clear matter
open-and-shut
before I know how
I need to know what