Your stroke paints the blood in my cheek
And your soul is what makes it real
Illuminated by the pangs of idealism
We share this burden's parallelism
But our youthful expenses
Are priceless and uncharted
By the most daring
So let me show you
The way to the bay
To open entries
Of foreign milieus today
Look into my eyes
Under your hair
You're already there

Beguile is the way of the wine
Past those hillsides we climbed
Out of the forest
And into the land
Towards another festival
Of melodies within our reach

You’re so close
Yet so far away
As we dance in the front
But on opposite sides
Temperance and gaud
Affection and disinterest

Though it matters now
This too, will become trivial
Just give it a year or so
Before the secrets display
A forever changing idol
The cyclical ephemera
In the eye of God

In the dawn of an hour so nigh
I yearn for that savory taste
Not yet plasma, not yet blood
Yet it rests and tests
Bringing me down into the void
Through and through
From quark to quark
I see the embers of life
Shift into unique forms of repetition
All too familiar to my soul
A timeless form of art
Which we forever fall into
Jumping out of sequences
Only to find yourself in another
They say its best to admire from afar
And so it’s the deed that is done

No more yearning for life
Is no more yearning for death