Touch is out of touch --
The smell of perfume, foreign.

I miss her smile.
Whose smile?
Her smile.

No words can fill the -- exhale.

My heart cries out around the sound of time standing still
My eyes well up because of how tender You make my heart
My dreams are filled with the sweet aroma of her presence.
My hopes hold fast to my dreams with eyes wide open

Shall I stand still for many moons while waiting?
For my trust is in You, O Lord.
From repose to repose, my mind endures torment
For this is the path, the road less learned.

And so unto the repose,
To waft the scent under my nose,
A scent of beauty.

Upon the grass of Eden I lay
Away amidst the light of day
For you are the creator -

So to sever my skin,
Not quite yet next to kin
And sacrifice of me a rib -

Nay from near the feet,
To cast prolonged defeat,
Of forever being ruled over.

Nor robbed of the skull,
Thus make our lives so dull,
To be driven in sweat to the ground...

Alas my rib, taken from me
A blessing as a helper, for thee -
As close to the heart where love resides.

Why, oh my father?
Why, oh my friend?
Shall I cast my flesh into the lake of fire...

Why, oh my brother?
Why, oh my mother?
Shall my soul be so tied unto such desire...

Somewhere deep is the heart of David...
Somewhere near is the lust of the flesh...

You, creator, shall you harden my heart?
What misfortune of Pharaoh shall burn...
I pray and pine in time of dismay,
And when the plague dissolves - I return

Shall I wash in the Tigris, merely once?
For these spots will not vanish from me...
Whilst my ears cease to hear silence,
And my eyes, too open to see?

When shall you send your hand out,
To strike fear of the almighty upon the wall
So shake my very soul within the flesh
To tenderly call me lest I fall...

Commence the finale, mark as the Alpha
Thus by Omega, unto which shall end?

Do you know you're bleeding,
Before you see your blood?
Does loneliness burden the heart
When about gaggles of babble?

Yet where is my tourniquet?
Oh sweet tourniquet...
For the taste of iron,
Is too much, often.

Shall I come upon the chance
To ever know your heart?
For it has been scores of moons
Since mine searched out yours...

In that time, groping through darkness
Within that lofty cavern, water dripping
Searching for my flint upon the damp floor
Amongst all the stalagmites,
Never reaching stalactites.

Fondly how I remember those times,
And its warm nostalgia
Just as now there resides a flutter
At the thought of your face.

So now, shall the distance remain?
Over the arc of the earth my heart wanders
Desperately, yet cautiously
Afraid and hopeful.

Every night walking to the door
I have gazed upon the heavens
Seen the radiance of the moon
Unless the rock beneath my feet
Has extirpated all its light.

Nine times, over these last nine moons
I resisted the lonely howl
Lest the moon cry out back at me
Lest would it grow arms to embrace
Lest its craters could catch my tears

Nine moons, have I opened the lock
And entered into my repose
Shaking until the morrow dew
Learning to forgive those who wrong
Forgiving myself to move on

Nine rainbows, have passed through my tears
Yet, now, the tenth shall not be mine
Let the river drain to the sea
Let this heart sow up the open ****
And thus become the servant heart.