Come to me
Come with me
I won’t ever let you go
Season through season
As the leaves die
And as the flowers grow
Walking alongside you
I’d believe anything
If you said it were so

The love of my life
You said you have tunnel vision
Until you see me, and then there is light
The love of my life
Between the sheets and our eyes there is friction
In the corner a candle burns bright
The love of my life
An angel, you made it your mission
That I’d never fear the night
The love of my life
With faith and conviction
You fashioned me a bouquet of stars from the sky

I am a slave to the rhythm of my cosmic heartbeat
It is all I can do to sit here and philosophize
A puppet made of constellations, on a string,
Hanging in the ether,
Taking in light through the eyes
Being everything, that string swinging like a vine
Through space and time, revolving until the eyes grow wide
Free but always connected, back down the line
Tugged by the percussion
That beats far without and deep inside

Under the bathroom sink
A spider spins web
Inside an open box of cleaning gloves
A small world
He is like me
Forging a home
In a place where he does not belong

processing tragedy
integrating pain
submerging light
dull to a hum

The curves of your face
Are ancient mountains and valleys
Carved eons ago
By the gods of forever
A mecca designed for this odyssey
My predestined pilgrimage
On this range that is divination landscaped

Looking at you is coming home
Climbing your peaks to receive answers
To questions there are no words with which to ask
Like a cosmology revealed
Right before my eyes

That was us
There was no explanation
Just gravity