..
  It's the
      Why's?
            That Make the
                  Wise Wise
                         ..

there are places
in this world

that are
meant

for families only
for taking children
only

for lovers
only

and if you
go there
alone

you will
be
there

alone

Put out my eyes, and I can see you still,
Slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet;
And without any feet can go to you;
And tongueless, I can conjure you at will.
Break off my arms, I shall take hold of you
And grasp you with my heart as with a hand;
Arrest my heart, my brain will beat as true;
And if you set this brain of mine afire,
Then on my blood-stream I yet will carry you.

Who?
Who are you?
You are my love.
Who am I?
That is a mystery.
I cannot find myself,
But I found you.
Was it fate?
Destiny?
Coincidence?
That is a mystery.

All of us are here
There’s silence in the air
A stillness all about us

Dust from a moth’s wing
Covers everything
Glowing in the quiet

Floating through the air
Light means nothing here
For there is no darkness

Shining milky skin
Free from all the sin
For thousands of years

Standing on the surface
Calm without a purpose
On our silver marble

We are not at home
We are not alone
We are all new here

As you sit there,
Watching, waiting,
For the world to turn your way,
With your eyesight slowly fading,
And your soul fading to gray,
Just consider for a moment,
All the lives you have not lived,
And then ask yourself the question,
What would happen if you did?