I HEARD the old, old men say,
"Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away."
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
I heard the old, old men say,
"All that's beautiful drifts away
Like the waters."

he tells me peaches are purple
he tells me the sky is black
he tells me veins are green
he tells me people are blue
he tells me he is fiery in love
and i'm too shy to ask
"in who"

Her heart beat was a war drum.
It bumped and thumped,
as soldiers marched forward
to die for something they loved.

It's sound was a hum of life
such as the crashing of waves
as they break upon the shore
it lied in the beauty
of dependable repetition.

With every contraction
it delivered life.
One would've expected
the burden to be too great,
after all it's not always
that a heart must beat for two.

My hands sweat and shake
due to the nervousness of
holding something dear.

Oh symphony of swirls sweet and sour,
Sing of simple solutions to a broken heart.
Save me oh saint and savior of sullen souls
Save me so my soul may survive another battle.