Sitting in a ghastly church,
with cracked and broken pews,
you watched the ghosts pray
and their tears form flowers
in the cracks of the broken marble floor
underneath their dead feet.

If the heart is glass, then its bound to shatter
If love is death, then a kiss is its dagger.

If the mind is ignorant, then the soul shall weep
If the body is stubborn, then there's nothing to keep.

She's a clockwork misery,
Cogs turning, cranking,
Spilling tears over the edge,
Skin flaking along makeshift seems.

Bitter words bubbling to her lips,
Drowning in the after thoughts.
Clawing her way to the surface,
Only to be stalled by the stones.

Her body aches and shudders,
Breathing ragged, cheeks soaked,
***** smears where the make up ran,
Eyes shining like sun lit glass.

Tangible sorrow,
So sweet and thick,
Like honey in her throat,
Choking on the taste of her misery,
Until even her thoughts grow dim.

I'm on the edge of a precipice
With you.
And I want you to jump
With me
And fall.

In a dream, somewhere in other countries, never mapped
a man was speaking, though I did not understand, there was never any plan
and I listened to the wind and rain upon the trees.
With no church bells to ring, and birds were the chorus
I came upon a silent steeple in the forest, standing on it's own,
became a wild bird's home, wrapped in thorny vines
a crown to stain, with berries, bled upon my hands.
Mary was there too, she was looking through
a broken window pane, calling out my name
and too, all the forest called, bathing me in love.
Then with the birds I flew, heavenly into
a deeper dream, til I  awoke at dawn,
to fragrant flowers on the lawn
remembering such heaven.

Windows never see me, looking through
stairways never lead me to
all the places outside
at the day's end
looking in

Blue day of sun rays will shine
stars beam, yellow moon streams
make drowsy eyes dream

Nightjars
glide through fragrant cedar trees
starlit, past the silence
to a place of dream