The fire does not dream of you
for all it's warm embrace
it cannot feel the warmth of your smile
nor the heat in your heart
the fire may not dream of you
though I do

The wind does not dream of you
for all it's endless visage
it cannot see the wild wins of your spirit
nor the wonderful swirling of your thoughts
the wind may not dream of you
though I do

The water does not dream of you
for all it gloomy depths
it cannot touch your wondrous strength
nor the power of your presence
the water may not dream of you
though I do

The earth does not dream of you
for all it's gravely resilience
it cannot laugh with all your words
nor dance in pleasure to your voice
the earth may not dream of you
though I do

The world does not dream of you
for all its endless connections of thought
it cannot love just who you
nor fall even further every day
the world may not dream of you
though I do

My mind it does dream of you
for all it's relentless distractions
it cannot feel the space between us
only the spark that binds
my mind always dreams of you
and I smile, I do.

Beneath the weeping willow I
Dream of songs, and loves and dastardly lies
In sunlight bright and fields of green
It is to life we all must lean
For the reaper comes, as he must
And the path we led must have been just
Under willow with sun above
It's here i dream of you, my love.

I look at my hands sometimes
these old, battered appendages
this is how i see the world
this is how i feel
and they are weathered
scarred and hurt
but still they work
in pain and toil.

My hands are who i am
and they never will touch
you.

Evening comes
father sun drops toward the edge of the world
fire leaving the skies
heat fades as light withdraws
it's grace from the face of the mind

Darkness spreads it's cooling tendrils
bathing the earth in gentleness
hiding the faults of life
in compassionate shadow
those that fear embrace
scurry for shelter

The stars wake up
i stand in the darkness
watching the world cool
home is not here

moonlight shines on the oceans surface
the vision is beautiful
the reflection of stars ripple with each wave
mother moon is alive
the heavens seem almost within reach
i stretch for them, as i have many times
as always i gain nothing
there is a lesson here.

Shattered mirror
fallen from the sky
pale ribbon of colour binds the earth
i fly

My mind drifts
untethered to the decomposing flesh
that binds it
traps my wings with bars of meat

my mind wanders through the world
one day i will not come back
freedom beckons
i soar on the breath of thought

The fires are still burning, the sounds of slow destruction all round
this battlefield is quieter now, still but not silent
the crackling of flames, the stirring of ashes in the wind
sobbing in the distance, almost to far to hear
instantly recognizable
there was no enemy here, a war raged all the same
a screaming brutal conflict of brothers beyond control
all that is left now is a broken, barren idea
an immolated emptiness

I know this field, i know it all to well
this is my mind, my soul - the place i return to endlessly
there was laughter here, once, i think. I cannot be sure
for time, betrayal, loss and pain have made it...
made it something else for so long i can no longer remember
what it may have been before or if there was a before
i must like it here, i feel, this field of empty ashes and dying fires
of cooled anger and forgotten grief
i must like it here, for i return constantly
to surround myself in the freezing, burning contradiction
of emptiness

I think i do like it here, for i choose not to leave
only here can i be
immersed in the self immolation the hurts me so.