The more
I walk away from
You, my soul stretches
Thin like a cadence
The more
I walk away from
You, the depth of oceans
Reveals the emptiness
The more
I walk away from
You, I find my shadow striding
Beside me as I leave the light

In the skies
The osprey doesn't turn
Neither towards living or dead
It floats on sleeping wings
Arriving in dreamy nights

Nocturne and pianists
Remind me of the intimate Chopin
I hide from in old age's tepid waters
Like a terrapin
With its ragged claws and cold raw heart

If your lips were redder
Than apples rudded by autumn
I would rather simply bite the dust
As memory may turn to dust twice

Violence has no end
Tis' better this way without vice
Not a murmur of a prayer to restore
I have closed my arms
Around the firmament of the sky, before