you've written on my eyelids all the tendencies of time
And I was keeping track of it until it lost its rhyme
Today I go in circles just like every other day
And what was once connected cast a shadow in its place
Familiar was the crux to every moment I could see
A stranger to my senses but a lover come to be
And somewhere in your folly I could find a place to lie
Exist within its limits and believe I'd never die


But sooner than the thought could travel anywhere but here

I woke to find you sleeping and I had to disappear
I waited on the outside of the body you have known
In hopes that you would notice you could never be alone
I must've let the hours slip completely through my hands
I only made it back in time to watch you turn to sand

Never mind the brokenness in which we fell apart
All of what you are to me, transcend my sorry heart
I'm laughing with the winter wind and moving in its cold
And everything is beautiful, a story being told
And whether there be listeners or even passers by
Let it be our seasons people see inside the sky
I have always been the way you thought that I would be
A little bit of flesh and blood but mostly in between
Forever is a process we're repeating every day
To seek you when the morning come and love you all the way

there's nothing more unusual than syllables and tones
the movements of the tongue that you can feel with all your bones
if we could be their master what a world we would create
a frequency identical to humans and their ways
where someone else's stories can be ones to call your own
the art of you believing you would never be alone
but even as you speak there is a purple on your words
the portrait of a shadow that should not have been disturbed
for while you're sleeping steady there's a face that's on the loose
with cadency unrivaled and a notion for the noose
the case is in the details, in the smallest of the small
and what is most important - we may never see it all
a feeling is a feeling but a purpose is the sea
so put it all together - it was real for you and me

my head has been expecting
something I cannot explain
a blending of the senses
to unsettle the mundane
and at the peak of madness
I will ask myself to leave
to tarry in the stillness
of my transient reprieve
I need to speak with someone
who would never do the same
a person with a body
that's forever His to claim  
I'll banter with my being
'til my words appear to be
a message to the people
of the soil and the sea
return to me the burden
that was light upon my back
I cannot be the human
I am ready to attack

Reality was simple 'til you made up one your own
And brought me into scenery I never would've known
A separate togetherness, a circle with an end
I'd call it all the bitterness if I could comprehend
But here I am in pieces mixed with everything we are
Still writing my conclusions on my body like a scar
I never burn the paper but my fingers feel the heat
The rage of this insanity beginning in our feet
I hear the only remedy is letting past be past
Undoing every string that ever answered when I asked
I'll leave it up to stories I can bury in myself
'Cause no one needs to hear about the one for whom I fell

I cannot see the temple I was given long ago
Was buried through the winter then it melted with the snow
But every single summer when the earth receives the rain
I let myself believe I can be falling with its pain
Collected are the fragments of the person I have been
The water that belongs inside my coriander skin
The scent is something stronger than my memory recalls
But what is more familiar now that I can feel at all
Wherever there are bridges there my body also be
Above the rivers running while containing all of me
I've moved with all the seasons but I always end up here
Between the world that knew me and the place I disappear