To fall as though an autumn leaf
released to let the burden pass
and ride along the sky’s relief,
a hissing breeze through amber grass;

to fall as though a wounded moth
when the gravity of earth may beckon,
with wings dispersed like fraying cloth
fluttering in circles down from heaven;

to fall as though in love and tender,
a softened heart without defense
laying prostrate in surrender
to honest affection without pretense;

then to land as though ashore,
a wave now broken and flowing
into a waiting embrace, adored,
a worthy ending to this roving,

and finally find my head laying on a chest,
where there’s support, there is love, there is rest.

I think I've forgotten more than I know.

If only my thoughts would leave me alone,
and allow these insights to grow.

Turn away your weary feet there's trouble lying here
where everything you perceive is not what it appears.

Fantasy and make believe are rampart in these parts.
Discontent's an honored guest here once the party starts.

If you stay, you aught to know you can't keep what you find.
So take advice from Orpheus: you best not look behind.

Insecure anxiety will twist your head around
as you clutch the pretty things and trinkets you have found.

You may want to talk some more but I just don't have the time
and all the folk you come across have too much on their mind.

The future is so vast for someone without a home.
Every travel sees the past scattered on the road.
Happiness is never found within the mind that seeks.
To treasures you'd be bound if you didn't have to speak.

The future is so long for someone who's lost the way.
Heavy steps drenched in fog through the places you can't stay
Moving onward is a skill not many care to know
when there is time to **** watching all these flowers grow.

The future is far off for someone who'd rather die.
Each motion an endeavor, barely scraping by.
What trials wait in store for the movement of a soul
when acts are born from restlessness always without goal.

I spun around and couldn't see
what I had in front of me.
When I looked up, there she was
scolding me and it was all because

I spun around and hit the ground.

Now I go around on my hands and knees
begging, pleading: "Baby, please!
Won't you help me off the floor?
I won't do what I've done before!"

I spun around and hit the ground.

I don't know what was on my mind,
it was another me in another time.
All I know is what I can say
I'm surprised I'm alive today.

I spun around and hit the ground.

I've been through the desert to get to the sea
just to feel every wave crash over me.
But seeing you darling, I do believe,
nothing has struck me more pleasantly.
I think I love you, what more could I say?
But love's just a thought that I've given a name
and since I can't see inside of your brain,
how could I know if you're feeling the same?

I've spent far too long wasting my time,
cursing my fate and wishing to die,
wandering circles and wondering why,
what is the purpose in being alive?
Where is the joy when you're on your own,
wishing for someone but you're all alone
with frigid emotion and a heart turned to stone?
It's the middle of summer, I'm chilled to the bone.

I don't know all, but this much is true.
I'm feeling better when I am with you.
But oh, darling! What should I do?
I lost my perspective, I don't have a clue.
If you're listening, I don't mean to offend.
More than a lover, I'm needing a friend.
So if you think that you'd like to begin
I hope that you're sticking around to the end.

Oh, I wait and I wait and I wait for the day
when you come through the door singing my name.
Waiting for the day...

Honey, you're coming on too strong.
The way that you're hanging on my sleeve
like a cuff-link that don't belong
is making me feel that I should leave.

Honey, you're making moves too soon.
Why are your words so sweet
when we only met this afternoon
and you're pursuing relentlessly?

Honey, you're standing way too close
like a shadow rising off the floor
and the smell of perfume in my nose
is making me ill like none before.

I can hear the muses calling
'Though my hands are tied with work
And ghandarvas sing through cracks
Beyond the off-white office walls.
I know I should be free with them.
But instead:
Sign here,
Date there,
Keep the tally,
O reckoner of warehouse sheets!
The condition of modern slavery
Of entire paydays spent at once
While knowing that a human life
Is more precious than the profit line.

An aura of perfume outlasts the embrace
billowing around my head, bittersweet
with hints of being vaguely incomplete,
as the softened curve of a smiling face
follows the lingering glow of affection;
although, these feelings come unbidden
proclaiming myths about paradise hidden
within love and life’s fragile intersection.

I don't know why the cold wind blows.
I can't see what the future will be.
So come what will or come what may
it's not over 'til you're done with today.

I'm just another man with too much on my mind
thinking about things better left behind.
I've made my mistakes just like all the rest
but I try to keep going and pray for the best.

Thinking a lot about this woman I love.
Thinking about the girl gets me all torn up.
Maybe what I feel is only a myth,
but the one I love isn't the one I'm with.

I don't know why the cold wind blows.
I can't see what the future will be.
So come what will or come what may
it's not over 'til you're done with today.

Come, take me home, or at least somewhere that isn't here.
Sing songs of hope, of melancholic beauty ringing clear,
those that sound out a tone to attempt acoustic therapy
to reach a halted heart hanging heavy off the mezzanine
like a man in a field waiting for the wind to whisk him up,
spiral to heaven, promise endless nectar from a golden cup,
waiting for the sky to erupt into dizzy dreams of summer love,
spun out on perfection of the angel that he's dreaming of;
like a boat out at sea waiting for the shining surf surging on,
rising up to greet the cherubim who flirts with dawn
unafraid of endless rivers of idle talk and passersby
for everything's enchanted by the company of azure eyes.
Come, take me home, or at least somewhere I've never been.
Whisper tales of honesty, of shattered hearts and broken skin.

If you see her, there's no need
to say a thing about me.
Any word that you say
disappears instantly...

in her blackhole heart.

Don't tell her about the music,
the garden, nor the park.
Don't tell her about our last farewell
whispered sweetly in the dark.

Don't tell her I love it when she wears
anything where gem and metal meet.
Don't tell her that I think her lips
are the perfect statement piece.

Don't tell her I spend my evenings
reading books in the living room alone.
Don't tell her I've been lain out on the couch
staring at a ceiling fan ******.

Don't tell her she can reach me.
If she wanted to, she knows 100 ways.
I'm probably a secret from her lover.
People got a lot of those these days.

If you see her, there's no need
to say a thing about me.
Any word that you say
disappears instantly...

in her blackhole heart.

I promise that thing will get clear, my love,
'though outside the storm's raging fierce.
Darkness unbroken and rain, love.
Thunderbolts only can pierce.

I promise that things will get clear, my love.
Dry off those heartbroken tears.
Patience is needed once more, love.
I know you've waited for years.

I promise that things will get clear, my love,
clear as your view from the peak.
Solitude ends with your word, love!
So with your ruby lips: SPEAK!

I promise that things will get clear, my love.
when you let go of your prayer
secretly spoke to your heart, love,
not knowing if someone was there.

I promise that things will get clear, my love,
fast as the tap of your heel.
Don't be so numb and so cross, love.
We've both got so much to feel.

I promise that things will get clear, my love,
and firm as the earth and the trees;
vast as the ocean and sky, love.
I can't wait to melt on your breeze.

Run, run, run,
you're gunna
run, run, run away.

Cold feet, frozen stiff, frightened of the rising sun.
Thawed out a bit, and now you're on the run.
Silver tongue talking to a golden dawn.
At the first ray of light I'm starting to see
you turn a cold shoulder, burn a bridge and flee.

Too cool for comfort. Too cool to say what you feel.
If I want indifference, I'd go try to flirt with steel.
Closed-off woman doing too much
you never quite learned how to open your heart.
Love came by, and you'd rather depart.

I'm no hunter and you're not some kind of prey.
You choose your fate and make the bed you lay.
Elusive enigma, sly little minx.
Dark eyed coquette do as you please.
I hope you know: YOU'RE SUCH A ******* TEASE.

I'm not bragging. There's magic in the things I make
so either get cooking or steal somebody else's cake.
All my life been putting in work.
I see hungry eyes looking back at me.
Look all you want. There's no taste for free.

Run, run, run,
you're gunna
run, run, run away.

Clouds being blown on
winds of the heartless
proving that moonlight
shines best in darkness.

The warmest affection
cuts through my thinking,
spins me in circles:
drunk without drinking.

French angel singing,
harp music playing,
her here beside me:
what more's worth saying?

I won't presume to
reach out and hold her.
I hope she won't mind my
cheek on her shoulder.

From this perspective
watching her fingers
trace up the wine stem,
a soft touch that lingers.

The evening has ended,
down comes the curtain.
Who knows what she wants.
The future's uncertain.