Once in a Blue Moon
After nights without you
I miss you six times over.

Frozen in time
Overwhelmed by my mind
Lost in translation
Trapped by the grind

But you're there for me

Hazy and unresponsive
Not a part of this world
Gone... Gone...
A victim of this twisting reality

And still, you're there

Frozen... Fractured...
Unyielding torment overwhelms me
Losing myself... Losing you
Losing all I ever saw in you

And yet, you're there

Missing in action
Faded away into aeons gone by
Gone... Gone...
A victim of a maelstrom of lies

But forever, you're there

i couldn't be human
so i made a home
in the woods
i danced with the mist
and ran with the wolves.
i lay on the pine needles
wove leaves into my hair,
perhaps if you come looking
you will find me there.

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her ******* are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
    And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
    As any she belied with false compare.

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
    So true a fool is love that in your will,
    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.