When words don’t reach
                    Peace is death
                       Pain is life
                             Hell is love
                  
                  Somewhere is nowhere’s
                                 To hide


                 When words don’t reach
                               Death is peace
                                 Life is pain
                                   Love is hell

                    Nowhere is somewhere
                                      To hide.

                     When words don’t reach
                             The whole world
                                  Dance in the rain.

they are all asleep
and I sneak under cover
of the lateness of the hour
to the comfort of my words
scrawled across a page in ink
from the nib of a fountain pen
they search for a target
I'll never achieve
on a journey through my head
reaching for perfection
I am tired by a world
always demanding more
than I'm prepared to give
always asking for more
than I could possibly have
but this moment is at least mine
stolen from the clock of life

the silvers of the moon
sing their song of winter,
exhilarating above the black
rock and distant trees, her
fire lights the night like a
street lamp, the shadows
thrown back, muted,
echoing the near-teary darks
of the clouds. i sit on the
window sill, look out,
breathe deep the midnight sky
built of love and winter rose.