If I thought that by being that role in your life I could lift you up on my shoulders high enough to reach the apple of your eye on the tree of dreams you're reaching for, I would.

But I'm too busy digging for gold, and at best I'll bury us both.
At worst I'll dig up the tree and muddy the family well.

So please, when you ask, know I couldn't love you more.

I long for the sobering moan of a lone instrument drifting through the
  empty mountain air, the kind that pulls you from your soul to some
    other ethereal place where nothing exists but the breeze and those soft
      to booming notes rippling and shining through like twinkling stars
        each leaving its own message in a bottle that I only wish I had eyes
          strong enough to read.

No, because when you chose to drift away, I’ll still be standing at the port where our ship set sail.

I’m personally quite tired of watching others affections rise and fall like the tide until they all but recede, or do entirely in some cases.

No because I’d rather keep them contained like a glass of water I can easily maintain, something only my neglect or thirst can cause to evaporate or drain.

I Myself, I’m more like the moon, I have two sides.

But you’ll only ever see the one.

And as much as I yearn to draw you in close, my magnetic personality will only pull you so close to me before its time to move on to the next phase or cycle.

And then I have to take time to collect myself once again.

Roaming a blind yet constant orbit always stopping and reflecting on those same waves.

I’d like to just once feel their kiss, but alas once is never enough.

What then would the next dream be?

No, because I love too many to tell you that you are special, after all there are many fish in the ocean.

But when that ocean is the real catch, how can you ask me to pick just one molecule of water out of such an immense expanse of beauty you can find nowhere else.

With Two oceans between us
I've discovered that you are still my good morning.
And my good night.

oh how I'd like to cross those oceans.
But I hear that they're quite deep, and filled with teeth.

And you know I've never been a swimmer.
It's just that I like the winter, so I've never been a winner without a sweater.

And those teeth, O I'm not one to bite back!
I'm not much of a fighter, about as much as you.

On the edge of your dreams lies a Demon.

He sleeps while you act, and acts while you sleep.

But what happens in between?

As your eyes begin to rest and you feel your soul lift, drift, tethered by a string. It's eyes begin to gleam, and over the hills and valleys It's mighty yawn can be felt.

But tonight you were running with scissors, you feel asleep on broken glass and your tossing and turning has set the Beast free! The string has been cut by his toothy smile!

You drift through the forest of your mind, searching for your being, your will to live.

Hopes for your departed self are hunted and devoured one by one. The Demon is on the prowl.

You begin to see reflections, Water, Smoke, and Mirrors. They all belong to the Beast!

Stumbling through the slopes of your mind Death may round the corner, but so does the tree of knowledge.

At last you see it! the apple of your eye! everything you've been dreaming of. You try and try as you might it is beyond what the Demon has already taken. You fear your essence your very spirit will be next!

Water, Smoke, and Mirror's AGAIN! The Demon is here! There is no escape.

You turn to face its many forms, Their glare dying off. Revealing its true form.

Its visage is so shocking, so cutting you are shattered in its presence.

Two images, Body and Soul, both yours. Who you were, who you want to be! was it always so? or is this trickery!

You can not look away, so the Beast looks for you. its reflection shows that fruit once again.

A gilded cage.

You awake still unsure if you are or were body or spirit.

We dance with the birds and the wind.

The roar of our engine gives us such a big grin.

But someone has two left feet.

This soon spelled tragic defeat.

We fell like comets from heaven.

This dance of death left only eleven.

buried on that beach,
is something I shall never cease to preach.