this soft tomorrow hour
roars sudden thunder
pours me out

surrender bleat the sages
but do they know
we must go on
living

if i toil apart from myself do i live at all?
it hurts more than just a little
to yield me to you

the only remedy loiters our orchestra.
how else would i love you as much
as you would love
if i let you?

thrashing soulweep fugues punish
your becoming plead
sings you deep

myriad loves that outshine
can’t go on living
will you learn?

i’m sorry. i don’t want to waste this.
can we begin again?

(but if i’m being honest
really honest i fear
only for me.

your army is still.
can you make me well?)

have you ever looked over past the lonesome dreams
where the world comes to an end?
the beautiful life is over there
let’s get some horses,
let’s ride!