Your beauty knows no bounds such as language or gravity
or thought, light or night or flakes or crystals.
They only pretend to enhance you, and it only enhances our
understanding of you, for you are perfection, and purity and
whiteness and blackness and the sun and the moon and the
snowfall promise of a late winter dawn

I dream of dark nights
when the moon hangs high
when the wind is crisp

that we sit on roofs
wrapped in each other's arms
breath the silent warmth

I dream of dark nights
that we sit on roofs
and watch the stars in silence
that our eyes be as silver as the moon

Minimus lux,
with little light

I dream of dark nights
when we would not see each other
so the form means nothing and
we are bound by mind and
soul

I dream of long days
when we sip tea or coffee
free of stress of social things or school
that we can enjoy each other's company
and not worry about deadlines or evenings

Oh, claim -
Claim my heart and my hands
Break them again
Take them again

Leave me gasping in the rain
again
I love you (x2)

I'll take lightning over rain
Fire over pain
Any day, any day now

I'm pleading
begging to the skies;
render your cloudy splendor,
let me close my eyes

Oh, claim my heart
and my hands
Break them again
Make them again

Leave me singing to the sun,
I love you

--

They say we're gone again
Gone again

I think I'm lost again
Lost again

Washed up on foreign shores,
your eyes the moon
sweet skies the boon

They say we're gone again
Gone again

I tell them to keep their
lies and choke again
Choke again

--

Because I plead you -
Claim my heart
Claim my hands;
Take them again
Kiss them again

I love you

Blades and cogs and coins alight on my carpet,
the one which I purchased from the courtyard vendor:
his name is Copper, for the wire

An orange beard stain'd by rusting iron, white
by nature for his age - eyes sharp and gray,
like black smoke from the pyre

My home is back behind a long-forgotten throne,
atop chipped flagstones carved from the riverbed,
the one which we call Hyena; the first name is long lost

Hunting dogs from towns far and wide gone wild in the heat,
children kept high on shoulders  - we rather the sun than
the dogs' sparkling teeth

Twisted aspens and birch among the rains, turning
green like veins of jade beneath our feet -
axes shattered from our forefathers, unusable on stone,
our only defense is our teeth and bone

Skies span blue and brown in season,
sands stirred up in far the east,
I blame the winds here and again:
dust killed my mother back there and then

Ceaseless shouting:
an echo in the light

Shadow has its mystery;
the sky 'nspires no plight

Bring it back to the days of
our forefathers and the infernal
cries of horror --

A constant back-burning is no
writ of lore

Dredge in the fields and harken to
our mother-chiefs, goats will be the
death of me, like me,
they gnaw on ancient skulls

Like spears cast in soil and seeds
sprouting young, the claw quick in
grass will scout the thunder's rolls

Blank as blanket clouds on northern holiday,
black as boots and blood in forests
deeper still, like the young crow's 'gotten trill;
death be found in my last shield's holes

Forgotten statuettes of Sophocles:
a hum of our queen's new families

Boots on my feet, heels on cold obsidian.
This is my land now. My proclamation;
every stone to the east and every wave to the west.
Evacuate.
Eyes on the sun, gun in hand: this is no place for dishonor.

Eyes on the prize.
No tomorrow.

Say, you see when the rooster rises and crows?
Take a hint.

Clouds abound and far
Glittering emerald heights
Smokestacks at the base