Love, merry are you as a midsummer flower
    And blithe as a lark upon the camphor’s tower
Singing free by every hour
    Which passes in dream, on and through

Most graceful are you as a lithe falcon, flying
    Or a gentle hawk by the spinning wind, crying
Or wooing tone, slowly dying
    In pain’s midst for the song are you

And not austere as the cruel mistress of ice
    And most warm and most crisp as the midsummer skies
Free as the wind by morn that flies
    To carry scent of lilac and dew

As gorgeous are you as a bright dream of sweet love
    And as gracious as the Eye of G-d, high above
Ne’er in my life, I can’t hurt enough
    To have me loved as I love you

The floorboards creek, rain beats on
the windows and you still smile
I can't see my hand
in front of my face
the other's locked in yours

Lying right here, no doubt I would
I'd prescribe this to the weak
Laughter at night
coffee in the morning
Oh what a rich bestowal

But how do you fall for a skeleton
tell me what's there to catch you
We're in the sheets
but I'm breaking apart
You can call it love if you're handy

Because my frame you'll have to rebuild
My eyes you'll have to open
My skin you'll have to sew
because I'm not the man you think

Today I picked up water,
I picked it up with my hands.
Today the birds sang to me.
They sang my favorite songs.
Today I heard a voice,
But it wasn't really there.
Today I touched the flames
Of a fire in my chest.

By tonight, the water will freeze
And I'll be trapped in ice.
The wind will carry the voices
Of all those beautiful birds
To somewhere nearby,
Where men write admirable books.
Books that I would write,
If only I were inspired.

Tomorrow, the ice will thaw
And I'll be warm again.
I'll put my clothes back on
And leave this place forever.
I'll never be a quitter,
But I can see that I've been swayed.
Skies aren't blue forever,
What's floating now, is sinking later.

I suppose I'll put this on paper.