Comfort is the greatest killer
Of every dream and wish unborn
Be not afraid of end of days or of Sundays spent in mournings morn

Embrace, embrace
Walk calmly this
Over the living earth and lifeless breeze

Of this dominion, breathe
Out the nothingness
Discomfort you seek

Saying I'm tired
Is an insult to sleep
Just as ignoring our what hasn't been said
Is a insult to me

I once spoke freely with a joyous ease
A rippling sound which resembled wind
And the breeze in which entanglements kept
These trees her hair leaves even now I see

As nature speaks softly of many things
And calling turns echoes to the hills unseen
Your glance alone in anticipation of what
Still held me motionless as evergreen glades

Your phosphorus glowing eyes of stars
With limpid pools of wonderous means
No more than nothing or something or of
Yes moreso my mind with you how it pleads

For one more just conversation with me
Beneath moon and sky and days without eternity
By the grasp of mother natures ask into air I speak
Begging these eyes for another moment to see

look at me knowingly (thru
as I look at you)
as if we were two; the only hands to understand
this universe suddenly grasping anew

look me up and with solitary in
through and thru as I'am to you

Shorts which curl, and justify just half way up her thigh
Him outlining her, like the moonbright edge of a starless night
They in perfect unison align
In a quiet breeze breathed out between
And know nothing less until their mutual sunlit dawn, arrives