in the east
there is sand, and fire, and oath;
in the west
there is another plague
of the mind and the soul;
in the north
the solitude of every snowflake
can be felt;
in the south
the ancients are rotting
forgotten because
their stories don't sell

north
find me where I'm most alone
before my fleeting feelings
turn to stone

east
don't let me turn the other way
if you ever think I'm slipping
hold my gaze and make me stay

west*
hold the coffee to my nose
the warmth smells like home
and keeps me close

south
don't you ever say you're sorry
for taking care of me
for helping to melt away
the ice I was meant to be

*be my compass
guide me for our sake
for you're already the direction
I want my life to take

My compass is broken,
It’s needle is aimless.
Where there should be directions,
Lurk the evil and nameless.
When I wish to go north,
It takes me to hell,
I once wanted a heaven,
But that man is a shell.
When I need to go west,
It takes me to void,
Where my feelings are deadened,
My soul is destroyed.
When I wish to go east,
Yet know that I can’t,
It takes me to nature,
And I am an ant.
When I must go south,
Or suffer pains,
It takes me to myself,
Where it rains and rains.

Your shadow runs in the sunset,
Leaping over buildings in its stride,
The waning day fills me with regret,
Of lost chances I can't provide.

The lonely road stretches ahead,
Bereft bridge I cross everyday.
Starlight upon a tousled head,
The moon that lights the way.

I want to let the fire have you,
You're mine to hold when you weep,
Brave heart that needs a rescue.
Your deepest desires I keep.

At dusk our shadows blend together,
Flying high we seek the same things,
You're my compass and my cover,
And tonight you become my wings.

How many can moments change your path?
Those side-swipe flashes that turn you inside out and upside down…
Those times when the compass needle spins without direction…

I’ve known a number of these occasions, and they become clearer with the benefit of hindsight…
They look like every other day instances, unremarkable…and then all of a sudden…

You cant plan, prep or anticipate when your North Star points South…
When your watch ticks anti-clockwise or your ‘never’ becomes ‘now’!
All one can do is drift with the current and see which wave breaks and in what direction it casts you…

Except with 'Her'…
I saw her and immediately knew this one was that Wave, the magnet inducing the compass to spin…
With Her smile my watch ticked backward, and my ‘never’ became ‘now’…

She is the exception to the rule…the train heading for you that one see’s coming yet embraces the impact nevertheless…

Now I drift in Her current…Her ocean…Her world…
At Her mercy…but with a true heading all the same!

You’re gonna let the sun
always go to his rite,
It’s a sacrifice,
but he will be overall victorious
reborning to new glory.

Stretched out and watery
the wide cut of your eyes
by a vulnerable agony
that will receive forgiveness
tickling the elegant lines
of your delightful face.

Now the way is charted
Barefoot I follow,
listening to the soft crackling
of a bizarre heart
that is just a projection
of the concrete.

Only a fleeting idea the trajectory
where my compass is pointing at,
within the chaos of dissociated memories,
my own north is still you, son of the sun,
the same sun that you’ll let go
cause you know he cannot forget you…
…you are his pride.