We roam
The alleys in the night
And find the darkest place
A name without a face
An island

We lose
Because god is on our side
And stars are only remnants of the sun
That we wish on
An ocean........
              Is the

I am an island
But water only drowns
I am an island
Without an ocean

I think my eyes have been closed
Too close
And far too long
I haven't seen the sun rise
I've forgot the morning
And in this midnight
I'm losing count
There is no way
There is not now or there could never be
Nor would there ever be
No how
Nothing
I would ask for peace
Or plead for love
But all I really need
Is just the hope
I can stay warm
Until the morning comes

Do not mourn long for the poet
This world was never made for men as him
Dare see future in destruction
Dare see pleasure in the pain
To be
Was all his only dream

Do not mourn long for the poet
But celebrate and find the truth he hid
So clever in his words
The beatific symbols
Which reveal
The ugliness of the world

Do not mourn long for the poet
Who no longer can create as the world dissipates
And the unknown will be
The only place he
Can ever have the hope
His soul may be at ease

Do not mourn long for the poet
His words were there long before his time
He was just the one to write them down
His future
Was only
Overcome the past

Only the sickness growing
Do we see it now?
On the surface of the moon
In the depths of the sea
How fall so quickly comes to winters gloom
Its only death
On the tongue
Of the people
Speak it now
                           Forever hold your breath

Its only sickness growing
Do we fear it now?
In our cars on the road
And our planes in the sky
How we'll never really get to where we are going
Its only death
Only life
Only hate
Metastasize

Only sickness growing
Do we feel it now?
In our ever aging bones
As a poison in our blood
How our hearts will always fail our living dream
Its only death
On the tongue
Of the people
Speak it now
                          Forever hold your breath

Barefoot and blue
Waiting for a waterbirds solemn return
Silently guided by a stiff windward call
to closure , my melancholy day in sunlit
exposure , from behind the clouds lie such
explosions , red eyes placed center stage ,
as would be thespians hide elephant red rage
Caramel colored , landlocked baptistry
Soak these tired feet , wash the salt from open
wounds , diluting memory and public affairs
Carry them to the bottom* ...

I saw your face in a crowded place
The rest were just shadows and a blur

Your head carried high
Your wandering eyes
Strangers lips no longer smile
But when I look closely yours were

**DRAFT