To exist in moonlight,
And moonlight alone,
Is to live the night
As a reflection.
To be much less bright
Than the start that shone
Is the cost and plight
Of this perfection.
But does it make it right,
Just moonlight alone,
To survive the night
Without correction?
Under the moon's sight,
Skin as pale as bone,
Everything's alright
As a reflection.

Let not our love be compared to
the rose, for Time shall surely
claim its crimson beauty.
Instead, let our love be
the sands of a vast desert,
that though the winds may
shift, shall remain eternal,
burning hot across the eons
as does my heart across this
great, terrible distance.
For you, the journey over the
dunes is made worth the heat and
flaying winds of doubt.
To be with you in the Oasis,
hand and heart intertwined,
our minds betwixt around each
other, is the truest love, for though
the abrasive wind shall always blow,
neither of us will ever bow to it.

Keep not your venom,
arrows, or swords;
pour them out like
rain in twilight,
and be cleansed
in the whisper of
tiny, peaceful droplets.

High in the saddle, reigns taut,
We galloped away from home,
Proud steed and lean rider
Searching, searching, searching
Seeking from the world
A meaning of sorts; such is the folly
Of the Young.

Long and arduous has been the ride,
But worth it if only to see! The ruins,
Columns in the sands bleached white
As if to be the picked-clean bones of
Those that came before, macabre
Testament too the Singular Truth.

Closer to the ground now,
In more ways than one.
I left my horse buried in sand
And miles, miles, miles.
Such is the Truth of things.

But alas! At last, a meaning!
The Grand Epiphany, you see;
For the further I wander from home,
The closer to home I'll be!
With this Better Truth in hand,
I stopped, turned, and chose a new heading
Towards home.

I let my mind wander
Down dark streets with
Watching eyes whispering
From windows and
Trash-filled sidewalks
And as always
It found you
With your eyes dancing
Behind the glow of a cigarette
Inviting my poor mind
To just step into the alley
Nice and quiet-like
And with your pistol in my back
Emotional bullets snug and tight and ready
I finally asked myself
How did we get here
And when?