Do not speak, your heart is weak
It'll breathe within the eyes you seek
Or swim the ocean, or feel the fire
That drowns and burns, which you desire.

Do not inhale, you won't expire
Or come ashore, or escape the fire
And did not pretty sunrays burn?
So do not speak, and quietly run.

Will you be, when the sun sets down,
In my night sky the moon?
And when the stars upon me frown,
Will your glow be a boon?
Or when the tide of life is low,
Will your pull show me height?
And if the night seems too slow,
Will you not beguile my sight?

To walk beyond the farthest city light,
my heart exerts against my chest tonight
to leave the friend I made yesterday,
and kiss the foe goodbye
and erase from the paper that's Heart
every name and every dye
and leave at the city's end
all my sorrows and all my friends
to walk beyond the farthest city light
where no tear shall catch my sight
where no heart shall be offered to me
and no god shall my heart's deity be
and no man know my name
where I'll go or whence I came
To walk beyond the farthest city light
and fall in love with a foreign land
of flowing rivers, of colours bright
where mighty mountains stand
I'll live under a roof of straw
and my happiness from Nature draw
And then in melancholy solitude
forget every city light
To walk beyond the farthest city light
my heart exerts against my chest tonight.

In leisure and in busy times
Never did you cross my heart
But now that land has come to split
A scarlet me is on your part

Keep that me within your heart;
A secret shared, a little laugh
That's scattered on the Wind of Time
That's blew the two of us apart

I wish you luck and happiness
And a lovely sky to fly
I'll water my end of the bond we have
And please, don't let your end run dry.

What once was caused by the heart
The smile but now is pulled by brain
Flames of passion that danced in eyes
Now a lovely heart they maim

Although we are flesh apart
I feel your pain all the same
And though we are souls apart
Your soul's on fire, I feel the flame

But fear not, friend, the flame will die
I've seen the water earn its fame
And if the water turns to ice
We'll perish together and roam the skies.

Although you gave me back my heart,
you might have kept a piece of it.
It must be close to death by now,
but it's not quite there -- it's still quite fit.

Fit enough to race and hurt
when the past decides to haunt my dreams.
Fit enough to splatter with red
all my yellows, blues, and greens.

An iron hand has gripped my heart;
now sluggish is the blood
that travels slowly in my veins,
like a lifeless flood.

An iron hand has gripped my days,
and now they're tired and slow.
I don't know what to do with them --
they slowly come and go.

She was the sun that graced a dawn
a dawn, the dawn, it caged my heart
and so the heart forgot the eve
and foolishly forgot the dark

every high, but, has a low
and fall follows every rise
and so when the dark returned
what, O heart, was the surprise?

The piano and the guitar
The shy, shimmering star
The drums and the flute
And light in Moon's loot.

And words laden with sorrow
Over music filled with joy
Don't promise a happy tomorrow
But nightly sorrows they borrow.

The heart can not think, so mine did not
So I swerved in my orbit around thee,
Which angered Nature's precise decree,
Which flung me far out of my slot

And gaining speed, I now lose height
Is this the force of a broken heart?
My journey burns me; my final flight
To you, my end, as I now dart.

Why, when every breath you breathe
Is spent on locking up the heart,
Do you then wonder how time flies,
And how the world is set apart?

But however strange the world,
However swift the time,
A locked up heart is better than
A heart by pain defined.

Each day, a passerby comes
wandering into my mind,
with no intention to leave
this sorry inn behind.

Its way the passerby forgets
amidst regretful rains
with feet adorned with thorns,
and memories and pain.

You, my lovely passerby,
please exit my brain.
The heart's already marred,
Now thoughts worship your name.

And, oh, you were in my sky a brilliant shooting star.
A wishful soldier I became, a soldier crushed by war.
With blinding light my sky you strewed, radiant from afar.
Within a beat the dark restored, and left my heart a scar.

How lovely is that ray of sun
which cuts the gloomy spell of rain!
And yet it fails to warm the heart
like the mention of your name.

For a dream-like day in a dream-like week
let me retire from the soul-consuming fire
that burns inside my heart and through my days,
eating the latter and the former's former ways.

All the photographs dearest to me;
I shall burn all of them
If somehow within my heart
Your fleeting memory I could hold
If somehow I get to behold
Scalding epistles; pixels from the past
Narrating what is better if not told
Of how the sun set too fast
And how the dreadful night unfolds
Of the ruined castle of love
Which once in its shy might did
Our throne of love uphold.

I've murdered, I've looted, there are men I've slain
or is it a heart where my dagger had landed?
I think it's the heart where my dagger had landed
Whose grip on my skin all these crimes have branded.

The heart forgets, the mind does not
so it draws from itself an unkind night
which sets arrows drawn from quivers of Past
upon their self-harming, heart-bound flights.

I walk a land of hungry men,
with empty hearts and eyes devoid
of dreams and hope and all that's merry,
of life's twinkle they cannot carry.

They look at me with lifeless eyes
and sigh a little at what they see:
dreams and hope and all that's merry
and life's twinkle they cannot carry.

They ask me for a little piece
of what they think my eyes carry.
They beg me to infuse their hearts
with dreams and hope and all that's merry.

And I, in all my helplessness,
cannot help but stare at them
and sigh a little at what I see
and give my heart another mend --
then turn it back towards my friend.

Sometimes, during a leisurely night
Or a busy moment's fleeting flight
A dying pain in its agony
Briefly burns ever so bright
And seduces the heart with its pale flame
Down the thorny memory lane
At the end of which its body lies
Whose weakened pulse refuses to die
But time's haze has filled the lane
Whose length has numbed the dying flame --
The heart immediately retreats
Towards the gentle morning sun,
The fleeting moment's ending run
Until the next reverie,
When the night and day again conspire
To lead the heart back to the fire.