your body, a chapel
your right arm my religion
i hesitate to call you my love yet i always feel it

i'm used to obsession but this is different
i worship every detail of your blonde skin and manic indecision

the pale gesture i make to speak to you
is small and adolescent
you must feel this as you hardly return

i am wearing the ropes thin
hoping to endure what i can
until i give in
and finally forget about
what it was that i even
was hoping for

the pulse of your unknown leaves me wanting more
in every song, i sing of letting go
in every note, i sing of you as home

I see you
and I want to see you

the timing is endless

Flickering
    In the waters
Are tiny omitted truths
   Regressed to the depths
Just light enough to prove

Theory
    On the current
Perspective from the raft
  No forecast foretold
A blind mans craft

    In the eye of the storm
In the calm
     Of its wake
Reflections
    Shine clearer
   He'll get
What he can take

Numb by the cold wind
   Of the storms of past
Clinging to the feeling
He's letting down the mast

For he has no need
Of a light house beaming
Those flickering omitions
    Are the light
       Of how he's feeling

Whisper
  That you
Missed her
Ever softly
In her ear

Whisper
   Won't you
Mister
Loud enough
   For her
To hear

Tell your lover
  That you love her
That you'll always
    Hold her dear

Tell her
  Young feller
If you hope
To keep her
       Near

A desolate dying star
      burns bright
Hot is its surface
    Warming the night

Dence is its mass
As it pulls at the stars
Orbiting around it
Self conscious of scars

The white dwarfs watched
Listened and learned
As the dying star taught
Of a death well earned

Amongst dwarfs and novas
The star radiated wisdom
Passing down secrets
Until it's implosion

   Sinking
        Into
  The fabric
       Of space

Leaving
    A dark black hole

Pulling at the stars
    Still burning bright

The continuum
    Holds its soul