Tonight,
I saw the moon,
At night,
I talked 'bout doom,
Alright,
Someday I'll be right
in his eyes.

Almost perfect,
but no,
I'll strive to be the light,
and to fight
for what I need to be
that you want me to be.

And tonight,
I stare at the moon,
At night,
I told the moon,
Please whisper to his ears,
"She loves you from me and back."

-A.M.

the bitter accompaniment
holds night in your heart
busted pieces of a soul
breathing.... still tender
reach for a dawn fearless and forgiving

self wrapped within self
sleeping with the edges
sharp yet dulled
by the cutting remorse of love

heart stumbles through heart
braced against a wind of your own creation
as you toss another desiccated dream to the side
you stare at the moon

in the depths of you
you find
that love
that loves only you
so you return

When I feel loved
my mind goes straight to doves
they seem full of love

When they fly in two they are like
the sun and the moon
They work together better in
the warm weather

Then be apart in the sad untold cold
so as I looked in sky I was thinking
about seeing my dove one more time