our life is a story
plot unclear
path winding
so for a moment

would you stop walking by the passageway
and lay with me?

Free
that wee
moment
of your
****** blurred
memory.

What would happen if I disappeared?
Into nothing, out of time,
all stemming interaction ceasing

There would be the grievances,
ultimately stemming from the fear of it becoming truly personal.
Then the world would move on
With the human idea of time erasing me from existence.

The sun sets and the moon cycles
gravity pulls the earth around.
As i sit with you watching the stars,
I cannot fathom all of those who we have forgotten,
and realize i must come to terms

with the fact that i am a tick of a clock that will pass unnoticeably.  
But if that tick did not happen,
then we could not continue:
stuck in a moment when i did not exist.

I hear the barks
Fierce and admirable
Keeping me awake

I hear the buzz
Itchy and annoying
Still yawning hard

If I cover myself
Through the cotton and warmth
I hear the spinning blades

But they all swipe away
At the right moment I forget
Every details of the night
When I slowly drift to sleep

Night night, Angel O!
Come please pat my head
Comfort my dream Oh well
Since the night is all dark and hell

I asked a thief
           to steal my heart,
            but was rejected.

For the thief said
      it had been already stolen.

Misconstruing what I meant,
   I wanted it stolen back..
But the thief said, what was given
                             cant be taken back.

Looking into my eyes,
        pulling something from beneath.
Giving me theirs, on this night you
                                have stolen mine.

That which I wanted stolen,
                          given freely back.
The thief no longer a heart taker,
    now proving there the love of my life.