It was late in the day
The sun was busy hiding
Behind the towering city
He hid in the shadows

He stopped right next to me
We each nodded to the other
As if we had been nodding
To each other for years

We smoked our cigarettes
Watching the people walk by
We nodded as they past
That’s when I realized
I might be invisible too

Last night you rocked me to sleep
while you held my heart.
You took your place,
looked upon my faded seas,
renewed my thirst for life.
Within all sounds sublime
and oh so sweet
your voice fills the eyes
of my night.
I am turned to take and take
each move of love
you lay
at my feet
never forgetting
a single line
in my hunger.

To hear you call me a creature
over-flowing
with soft sounds
makes me want to let them continue
gliding from my mouth
forevermore.
They tumble as ocean waves
of thought
from my heart and soul
becoming the stars of
heaven’s floor.

Lines that find odd places to go on your face,
The plot we've revised and moments we'll hold
Not to waste.
How hard we've tried, sealing seconds
Covered in the disgrace...
A year in limbo, shouting guesses at a wall.

I can't know you, figuring you out kills me;
Every new bit of info drags me into
A chasm that makes short of my will.
Drowning further till no light can reach...
Shivering cold depths where the pressure
Crushes bone.
I've searched here for you,
Indefinitely at my expense;
Indefinitely against my will...

For love too tight, the grip doesn't wane
'Til sanity can arrive, it even short circuits the brain.
The folly of man is that we allows this to happen
Dying slowly every second until we no longer exist.
No tombstone for our memory
No memory of our resting place
Dust and air, is all that remains
Holding so many meanings, it means nothing at all.

But I got out.
Free.
The way the light reflects on the surface of ocean waters...
Divine, truly...nearly drowns me above the sea.
Free,
Never falling, almost standing but missing the ground.
Free.
To a place where stone can bear my name,
To a place...where I can be remembered...
And not the shell of something else desired.

That night, I drank more than the piano
I drank the piano under the stool
you sat down next to me,God knows why,
the place was empty.
But I obliged your choice & asked you for a cigarette
none the less & all the same- for your trouble.

As we talked, you squaked, but I was all yours,
and as you spoke and I stared at the wall,
just to the left of your left eye
I told you all about Edward laine, my alter ego
and you seemed to get on just fine.

When our night was over, you added my name to your list
and wrapped yourself up in my broken arms.
...and I knew on day one that day two would never be
'*** with you all chichi and me just me,
we could never be, could we?