Fell beings are we
Who delicate our time
Not to those causes which are above us
But to the strength of arms
And the will of the mind
For our own success
Do we see it, whatever IT may be
Though

Quietly justifying
The existence of the other
The lines of his jaw
The turn of her hair
But not in hand
For its beneath the surface
Of the conscious mind
That the search began
And there it will end
There it will end

Thoughts which echo
Like the sounds of Ray LaMontagne
Through the somehow and the same
Bounce back and off these northern stars
And slowly fall
Down beneath our feet, this hilly plain

It is the dance before the long dance
With music played for two
With one a mask, and one unmasked
We linger still
Until the truth of the song is renewed

When the sea calms after a storm, it is easier then to see.

But you should never forget what the sea is, what it's meant to be.

Carve the heart out from its walls
Drain the kindness from its veins
Change absolutely nothing at all
But remove the heart, and baby, it’ll die
Because the heart of that place was everything
Good and wholesome, below the sky

In peril elsewhere I may be
Or not
And yet
Here
In this quiet place
You may find
A small piece of me
Of my quiet mind

You'll know him
Or her
When you see them
A steady person
With an intriguing glance
Masking a world inside

In the quiet hour
With three am alive and well
In the background close behind

I hear it now, as you spoke to me
Going on long ago
In a voice heard only in mind

And the memory somehow
I now know more intimately
Fondly, as if it was yesterday

Because memories and decisions
In the early morning light
Make more sense at that time

Setting sun
Waning light
Pull the string on this bursting chest

Jump until it's perfectly timed
And fly
For just a moment in hanging past

Sometimes my stomach empties
And it feels like I
Could consume the sky
With a single breath of air

But when I see my peers
And their success
How quickly I forget
Every win and concurred fear

The hunger is an eternal thing
With an observation to see
But the memory of what ere I've won
Ought to be enough for me

Space...
The only thing
Between these arms which ache.

Rain...
The only falling thing
In this loveless town.

Time...
Like every passing sight
Which was meant to be felt.

And pride...
For the only thing in your life
Worth tearing down.

These are the things always abound.

Did you know
That wishes reside
Behind the eyes

Just to the one side
Ever so slight

Like a magic trick within the mind
We wish
And sometimes forget

Or remember such wishes
In due time

Homeless is the bird which flies from tree to tree.
And so are we...
So are we...

Don't make me risk,
The bitter end.

Don't make me try,
Though I will again.

I cannot help
But feel the feeling
That our trains have passed
In the dead of night
One before the other
Ever so slight

To hold her for hours
And hours on end

The desire of he
Who contends with discomfort
And fights for her future
Be it not his own

These are the paths which only he knows
Lonely though they may ever be
He walks
Steadily into the good night

A light
Alone

Thank God
My sin is my own

My mind is flint
My tongue the tinder
A spark that is
Just let me die

These were the passing thoughts of mine

You know,
You want,
You sure?
Because...
What I want is no mere simple thing.
What I want,
Is her.

Remeber when we were young?
When we thought we could light the world on fire with our tongues?
When we could lose ourselves in one another and we didn't care?
About anything...
So young
So dumb

Dancing round the kitchen
Three am an omlet
And the only pair of eyes to see
Will ever be for me
Will ever be for me

Licking the cider off my ice cubes
I'm in love with words
And the sights of you which I've yet to see

The stars
To me
Are so close
Tonight
That I forget
The distance
Of you

When the waves come crashing over you...and the saltwater fills your mouth.

When you've turned like a towel in the washer of life...and your thought is nowhere to be found.

When it seems almost hopeless to surface again. As your fall was predestined from birth.

In these moments find self in the memory of WHY...as each wave knows its place on the earth.

No soulmate exists
For a man such as this
No soulful hands grasping to find

For as long as such choice
Has been given unto us
Noone trusts souls enough ere to find

Find him in a corner seat
With a present step and a mind set away
With a drink not to define the style of man
But to open his eyes to another day
With a furious scribble from a gifted pen
How he carves a stone for a future day
An enscription for only the eyes of her
At a coffee shop he chips away

It doesn't hurt
To not be valued
By those who do not know your worth

No...

What hurts is when the human heart
Desires the starlight
Beyond its own earth

As close as the rain which runs down the veiny leaves of the poplar trees. Closer still to you and to your thoughts do I wish to be.

Though my hopes
My wishes
And my prayers
May change

With each
New season
Of remind

My spirit
And my smile
Will always remain
Constant
And the same

The sky above him layered in
Like waves upon the shoal
And all the mountains knew his name
And he their waving roll

The earth beneath his treading feet
Turned stones like mortal coils
And all the footprints knew his path
And depth above the soil

His shoulders stood above the trees
A crown of stars his ears
And all the shadows couldn't bear to see
Nor stand beneath him in fear

Beyond no borderlings he'd step
Unless his heart was called
And with him birds would often sing
And perch on him their wall

As the waterlilies craved his touch
So to mortality, he was bound
And then off the earth one day he walked
Never again to be found

But still the memories of mid-earth
Hold fast in root and stem
For once a guardian walked this way
As a tree with a beard of men

No rain has left my eyes like this
For many present days

No water puddling beneath
No need for mist

But today...
Today one raindrop fell to my right

And for the life of me
I couldn't wish it away

Quiet is the honest whisper
When all the distractions are at an end

When your head hits the pillow
Your heart hits your ribs
And your mind's eye opens
To these inevitable ends

How we seek to wear ourselves so thin
How we think the future is better than
This present moment known to you

But the quiet whisper knows no lie
The honest whisper knows the truth

Who knows the path most meant for you?
Who knows the meaning of it all?

Who knows how many trees bear fruit and precious leaves which fail to fall?

Who knows which way the wind does weep?
Who knows the path each snowflake takes?

Who knows the choices we wrestle with?
Who knows the trouble we ourselves make?

Who's at the end of the lonesome road?
Who's name is the only name to call?

Who knows the WHY behind the world?
The answer is the ALL in ALL.

If I could show you the depths of my heart. The softness of my voice when the trees are in ears, and my thoughts aligned and unified like the stars.

If I could share with you just an hours time, I would give to you...no, grant you this. A passage through the valley of mind where the still light shines.

If I knew you better I'd still be afraid.
If I knew you less I wouldn't be scared.

Because as confusion, and wishes, and unspoken thoughts rain down like the April days which fell away. So also does my head now fall in earnest hope, that your words, however few, will never be stripped away.

This is me letting go...falling slowly from the cliff of selfish desire, into the cool and clearness of the conscience below.

Of you and my desire for you...this is me letting go.

When I'm here;
      My soul does not stir.
It settles behind closed eyes
      And breathes a contented breath...
A summer sigh.

Knowing that the winter will return,
     Like an old friend.
Along with the whistling radiators...
     To hold to cold in utter contempt,
And to warm my frostbitten fingers.

A little vial of the light that's behind my eyes, next to the wrinkles. Would you keep it on a chain around your bed post? And pull it out from beneath your pillow, occasionally, when you cannot sleep, to illuminate the night?

Slowly...
Gradually...
Residually...
Daily...

That's what he means when he says that she... "Pulls on his heart like she pulls on the sea."

As the trees edge the clearing, so do I reach you.

As the sound of the breeze unseen is heard, so also has been the truth of me.

Some days afire, some days rain.

And some days to lose completely in thought, and others like the clearing standing still and in frame.

As the fragments of a mirror
Once did shatter
Stuck in place
It cannot be, turn back the clock
It couldn't be your face

More delicate
And yet stronger in such ways
Unbeknownst to me

And yet this is why
When I look in her eyes
I see nothing of me

And yet everything
I could ever wish to know
Is she

I see the sunlight in the trees, the newness of the summer night.

The rich green leaves, fresh cut grass and the threat of autumn. Ever in sight.

And every root and bark and stem is reflected in the builder of my own home.

For it will be a reflection of me, my power, my arms. Finite. Strong.

With every month that fades away, don't live in fear of what you're forgetting. But try anew as you always have, to find the truth of you, in each new setting...

For months a struggle in vain I've been. Deliver me now my Lord.

Allow me to see for a moment beyond what this human heart thinks it adores.

Because I do not wish to continue like this, give me strength now to close this old creaking door.

Would you allow me to be, in my present need, at peace with this anxiousness, and within me no more?

Having children of my own, somewhere, someday.
Will be to me, the most phenomenal distraction from self which could ever be...

She'll never know the way he feels, as he tucks her hair behind her ear.

Just as he'll never know what it is she feels, when her hand finds itself on the back of his neck, between the ears.

Coincidence...