Orphaned by a shot to the heart
And manipulated by a string on your finger -
Is this how God would spend his day?
Silent, as his puppets played.

Quiet, as his puppets ruined
Everything.

So,

I took these ideas

Planted them into your mind

And watched as they grew into

A monstrously beautiful thing


A discovery

That would keep you with me

For as long as I wanted you to

For as long as you were able

Until you slipped back to sleep; to reality


And while your evaporating imagination

Produced, and created, things that

Would otherwise be impossible

I looked upon you

And gave way to shame


We grew old,

You under the idea of eternal love

I under the guilt of eternal culpability

And the world we created; the world that we would come to fear

Would become the only reality we knew -

Spinning around and around
A ***** sun spinning circles around your face
A lovely pair of shoes pulled into a puddle
And our metal hands are cold
But together, but feeling

Feeling like
When we do whenever we get off
And we’re still spinning
Though our world is standing right where it should be

That sun is still circling our heads
And your lovely pair of shoes,
Still wet from a puddle
That couldn’t bear the thought of existing without them

I am puddle
You are shoes
And lovely -
And we’re a lovely pair
And

After hours on the ocean

Our little sailboat is slowing

The subtle waves are losing life

I guess it’s time we got to rowing


The stars beneath us are withdrawing

The fish around us, packing in

Nothing but the sounds of settling

And ripples where our boat had been


So after all these quiet evenings

Of laughter spilling on the docks

You up and leave me like the waves had done

And leave love upon the rocks

Stopped and stared against the window today
Window shopping for people
Oh, saw you on the middle shelf of aisle five

Those glass marble eyes pinned to your molded
Hand-decorated outer coating
Those glass eyes calling again and again

My eyes are your saboteur
Your eyes are my window

Sweet security of sleep
forget forever that last dance on a
broken floor of frigid waters,
when storms alarmed a sleeper in his restful respite,
and made him think things he would
be too afraid to tell himself

Sweet surrendering reprieve
love always the way you forgot it all
and just stuck to the plan at hand -
even when
the plan was to forget it all

Solace of the sea
whisper to us
our own secrets
things we lost in the storm -
broken kettles, tarnished floorboards
and melted candles

Someday we'll return
dear waters,
to claim our things anew;
but until that moment comes
dear waters,
all our things belong to you.

Just tell me how you’ve been feeling
And I’ll look the other way when you decide to cry -

Just tell me where you’ve been going
And I’ll decide to cry when you look the other way -