I want to kiss your wind
The real you existing before the beginning
Before the body begins
And the beauty is your soul
Not your infinite eyes
Not your silken skin

I've seen your waterfall
I've heard you as a river flowing off an edge
Before any ocean
And no hands can hold such depth
Not the rising tides
Nor the raging waves

Your voice is a delicate breeze
On a newly formed planet
Your heart is a star being born
Your dreams are a star being formed
You were words before sound
You were love alive in tiny atoms
You are music
You are a major scale

I want to kiss your notes
The composition of a cosmic truth
Your stars are instruments
Playing melodious tunes
A glorious truth
A song from heaven

i think you only loved me
when i was frail and broken.
am i no longer lovely
if all my hurt was spoken?

and if i bear no danger,
and give you no more hell
am i, to you, a stranger,
now that i'm fin'ly well?

i think you only loved me
because you thought me small.
i think you used to love me,
but now you never call.