Can you feel the way I trace your bones at night?
Can you understand why the moon needs my flight?

I am a thousand miles in the future and just three years away.
Yet, I still
        Sink into the well,
        Furiously clawing at ancient walls.
        When will they crumble?
        When will the earth devour me?
When will I use my own power to overcome this prison?

Will the sun illuminate the new path to the lost ivory rhythm?
I used to be Icarus,
Now I sinfully wait for the sun to come to me.

Stumbling in the black water, reeking of blood and magnolia roots,
I lose the memory of kissing the sunlight on the soft bones of your nose.
Perhaps,
that is where the sun will stay
stuck in a memory
that melted into my sanguine rivers.

The only solution lies in joyfully understanding the watery mud,
You must,
my dear,
drink your own blood.

I never thought you’d make me cry
Until the night you asked
You asked me if there was anyone who could possibly see you
See you the way I’ve seen you for so long
My heart is aching
I want to shout
I feel defeated
Defeated because you can’t see!
See what I thought was so apparent
So I'll sit here and cry myself to sleep tonight
And admit the defeat that I never thought I would

Sometimes
in the dark of the night,
in the abyss of forsaken forests
when tree's take on new meaning
and sensation's in the light of the moon;
you can look up into the sky
and see a million stars
floating ghost like in the heavens.
They sing a lullaby
and bliss into the air.
They sing most beautifully
when they know your not listening.
Humming, swooping low into the night,
whispering dreams,
and nightmares
You lay your head down
in the cold wet embrace
of the grass and the weeds;
and listen to the ground breath,
and hear it,
beating,
growing,
**filled with life.