Spots where I’ve been
Spots where I am
Spots on the windshield
Spots in my eyes
Spots on the carpet
Spots we’ll never go again
Places we always end up

The drops collected
In puddles round your feet
In summation, a puddle
Broken down, just a leak

The fire burned unnoticed
Unopposed for a thousand nights
All together, a tragedy
After awhile, just a sight

White house in the valley
Falling victim to leaves
Once was a haven
Now prey for the thieves

Roads to the west
Leading everywhere and free
Always there for the traveler
For you and for me

No matter how long I walk in meadows,
I will always have to lie down with my thoughts

I will always end up with the
Signs that paint the world too big
And time too short
And life more complicated than it is

Last summer was more like spring
and this summer felt like a desert
all that grew after the storm
has been burned and charred and swept away on the wind

I told a lie to the ship that took me away
Because I knew I would not come back
The easiest way to not be here
Is to leave

In that photograph
Things aren’t the same as real life
This is how my eyes work
Washing colors down the drain
Before they reach me

As a child I swore that I would never lose my innocence
This mind still remembers her facts and her memories
but she is gone
Like a dead girl
I have a mark on my soul that is more like a scar
There is nothing in me to give

All the dreamers lie asleep
Tumble fast to gentle deep
What is seen tonight will be
Tomorrow mixed with memory
Ghosts fragmented on a thin
Mist that scatters in the wind
sadness solid shaped in stone
a desert isle for those alone
the shapes will shift a thousand shifts
while sleeping heads refuse to lift
a cloud of rain, a distant star
disguise from dreamers what they are
forms unfurling as minutes pass
yet remaining objects without mass
the sleepers’ tricked, pulled into space
and dreams are woven in this place
sever ties with feather chain
rejoin the world awake again