Those at your wandering fingertips in the morning
Will be with crippled heart at noon
Or heavy on the mind in the evening
With memories reflected off the moon.

And on our lips yesterday
In the hardpress of youth
We thought we joined an answer
Or maybe breathed some truth.

Could’ve had a love cupped in the hands
Or one of prospect, yet to see when out to sea,
But i can’t readily sail my sunken hopes
Nor easily someone else pretend to be.

All i hold is cradled in tired palms
The soft earth clenched with fingers found
They could point to any horizon
But instead search endless in the ground

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We have no worth
And the useless marooned
For there is no safety
In a boundless room

Midnight creeps on the water
As it stalks in us all
Victims of our fears
That rises as we fall

Seen a sister stray from the shore
Leaving me in the canary reeds
Where the calm water can think
And the dragon fly feeds

And i heard the chorus frogs
Though quiet they might be
When compared to the universe
But not quite to me.

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Blindeye and optimistic
Like every love before
Sailing into an endless void
Forfeiting firm and famous shore

And i burn little memories
Keeping my position light lit
But how the wind makes it tremble
In defiant but foolish fits.

I seen you in my future
You saw me out your door
And I haven’t a paddle
Amidst an oceans roar

But i have an idea
That i can never be bound
For i live before the end
But you live for the ground.