If my heart should somehow cease to beat, do not allow yourself to mourn.
For I am not dead.
Merely dreaming, the Great Dream.
A perfect silence has fallen at last.

If my love for you should somehow fade do not think of the ending.
For time is a river.
Always running and rushing.
What has come before shall be again.

Return to the quiet garden of your youth.
Where flowers extend their roots into the soil of our Mother.
Return to the quiet garden of your youth.
Where beauty is stone and green and ancient like the soil of our Mother


If my eyes should somehow go dark do not believe I have lost my light.
For my light is you.
Always guiding me home.
Where ever you go, so too will I.

I've found my loveable distraction
For until next semester.
In this courtyard I am jester
In the other a simple contraction

Of a muscle deeply lain
By time ungodly strain
And barely managing to contain
Its unearthly fluid.

Its tissue's not the issue.
It's the impact of the brain
Turning this naive heart insane.

Asleep it's fine.
After dinner and wine
You make me want to intertwine.

and the blue skies turned gray
as i desperately beg you to stay.

and the memories came rushing in
how happy we've been.

and our wounds will heal.
we're happy still.

it's just that the storms hide our sun
but it's never gone
it's just hiding in the clouds
amidst our sea of doubts

one man lies down cold on cardboard
another man in a warm feather bed

one man suffers for his art
one man steals another's ideas

one man gives it all he's got
another takes all he can

some folk reach out a helping hand
while others count the cost and do nothing.