And what is it that's bleeding through the day?
Creatures close their eyes and clouds conspire to be still.
Yes something is visiting these mountains.
Have you heard it humming in your ears?

how is that your only remark?
Last I recall you wanted the ocean.

Before I confess I confront this mess
of feelings and glances after our embraces
you leave me speechless even sometimes breathless
and I get nervous from silence
when there's so much I could say
And I don't know what I want from you
sometimes you're like the mountains
I see creeks and streams in the seams
and I remember you've been in my dreams
you've been in my dreams
A kiss would be nice but only with the right eyes
otherwise I'm content with your smile
just wishing I could hold you for awhile
one morning to lay by your side
ponder your mind
fingers sift hair
eyes closed without care

Pool me into gold and put me in the sun
I'll drop into your dreams
and tell you secrets there
secrets I'm told to hold dear

and I want to write about love
but today I don’t have enough
my pockets are empty
my mind is full
but only with silent sufferings and yearnings
all my abashing confessions
not so silently rage consumes me
fueled by fear sleeping deep inside me
and I want to write about love
but today I don’t have enough
matter isn’t singing
visions mere hallucinations
lacking the soul of the world
once again invisible to me
but I promise you
that something still lingers in the light that touches your fingers
and I’m sorry if today
my eyes don’t light up honoring the day
just tell me about the light that holds dust
dripping it softly to the carpet

I for one haven't been given a satisfying answer
Except for the trivial solution
                                                    Obli­vion.
what is it for?
All I see is miracles spewing forth
But what's it all for?
My heart yearns for more
Amidst all the temporality
Am I the things outside me?

Pieces and parts
life imitates art
and my heart
tell me what it's for
because I'm feeling sore
Is it meant for breaking?
Will it make me free like lightning?
I don't know what this is for
you know there's so much lore
explaining the stars
and pieces and parts
life imitates art