It is the sun in your eyes
The light in the dark
It is the map on your skin
And the curve of your body

It is the agonizing pain of desire
It is feeling too much
And not feeling enough
It is the smashing of fists against the wall
And the wretched banality of existence

It is all of those things and more
That feeling flowing through your fingers
The longing grasping at your heart

It should be said
The broken, the battered
That ****** worn out heart
Made ugly from the thrashing of life
Will beat on

When all is said and done
It doesn’t matter what you’ve thought
Or how you’ve felt

In the end
Death will follow birth
Life will drift by

Just as the drums of autumn
Pound the leaves from her trees
The sun will set radiantly
The moon will rise gloriously

When you and I no longer matter
Not to the living
Not to the dead
The earth will devour us
And the sea may commit us to memory