Watching hills roam
While my thoughts do the same
There's a gentle arm about my back
I never thought we would change

Caught by a cornea's
Shackling stare
Peer through the rim
Between blurry and clear

It's the only way
To shred these strings

That smile was fake
It told me it's self
But the flower in that hair
Makes me thankful for grace

Songs from the heart
Were afraid to come out
Now joy is their freedom
Despite all the pain

Pause...
Please...
Teach me how to endure

Love...
Weave...
I want no other pattern but yours


You sit close and parallel
Pages apart
From threefold confusion
Confounding your heart

She's in the corner
Making desperate rhymes
I would sit down beside her
And finish her lines