Should Andromeda collapse / Hammering hydrogen entraps
Cresting waves of burnished light / Whitecaps in the endless night
Fly apart with gentle violence / Into eternity of silence

You are the contrast between the sun and its midday shadow
The quiet soul with the pulse of a deer caught in headlights
You carry your words in your throat, your thoughts in your heart
You feel like a wrecking ball waiting to be swung
But you are a reckless force, a mountain that never cries

You string the laughs of those closest to you to wear as bracelets in your worst of times
You dwell on the insignificant things because that’s where you divide
You are the east and the west meeting at a central line

You are here in the present surrounded by people
You tell stories and you listen, you laugh and you embrace
But your head is in the clouds somewhere far away
And you look towards the windows to remember who you are
You’re struggling to be present because you’re already somewhere far

He was a Daytime Wind-howler all covered in shrouds of grief


She was a Sunset Nightingale with pink and golden wreaths

Upon her head with hair so dark

It made one feign to weep


She held out hands of magic pearls and wiped his tears asunder


The fragile mess lay in her lap


The pale sky switched to thunder


She wasn’t bothered by his past


She’d sail on any ship

She’d fall in love real fast



Staring deep into majestic mirrors


She’d take on any form


If not for howler’s poison kiss,


She’d run right straight inside the storm



But for him, there were thorns everywhere



Blanketing the mother earth; the sky, the sea, the air




From whence he came nobody knows, but Daytime Wind-howler howls and howls and growls



Lets his teeth show



While Sunset Nightingale sings her love
Of daffodils and peppermint groves


Until the day when such grave laments
should


be


let


go

Gravity is precious

The air we breathe is wine

If you think the stars are joking, you’ve already lost your mind


Brave child

Why are you all-a-weep?

The huntress shall return


Meek and mild

I know you watch me sleep

Cities are gonna burn


But what a careless thought


Such a crown of thorns


When we all can be sold and bought

We’ll hear the bell that warns


Gonna March right outta this town


To the woods

To the thicket

To the marsh

To the groves




Gonna live underground

Blue agate in my soul

Crushed to pieces

By jaded crows


They gain strength by wrecking me


My body

Made of feathers of the softest, most delicate kind

My memory

Made of fire that would burn a thousand men



But still I am weak



But still I cannot cry



And yet I can speak



Be still you wicked lie