Cannot see, my darling
Weary, I am
Drained, I would describe                      words no longer make sense
For so many stares we dared in patients pass,
I am but a whisper
Maybe somewhat whimsical this time                     as my soft speech it warns
That tickle in your ear seem loose strand
Falling from ones top
Makes only blind assumption
As for my wind, it feathers  over face, from brow to round of nose I breathe in your beauty's blush
Feel you, I must...
If never another chance that's given, This day has be the day
In hurries end, we meet by calm of stream trying once again to fit that portrait of what was lost
so very long ago
Like rolling film, we must act
Swear...i cannot
For if I swear, this subtle stutter might be the best of me
Lonesome, I am, in this state of death
For I know you do not see me
All that's felt from me is cold, cold like the Creek we swore to in autumn
But never made it through the freeze
Flesh on sweet gardenia flesh.. how our bodies used to be as one
We sang in almost silence
If it wasn't for our breathe
So warm, it was..
Our moment in life's flowing dress
We rode the tide as if it were our only wave
Never crashing back down to bore
Now we are all but skeleton
Our canvas Combs the shore
Never mind, you would say
This shell is but outer core
What we are lives inside, you'd say
We shall meet at heaven's door