The heart may know what it wants
It does not always know best
Organs are fickle instruments
No matter how deep
How resonating a melody they create
In the end, the crashing of the crescendo
The blood pumping in your veins
Music is a farce
Against the steady beat of mankind

I think I have outgrown myself

Idle thoughts make quick work of my security

Tonight,
I will call the light down from the stars
Ignite the tips of each of my ten fingers
It will not be enough
This is okay
Because the freckles on your skin in the dark
Are the only light I truly need

My heart loves kindness
And those slow to anger

When I hear your name
My heart suffers

Do not deny
You have reached into darkness
To take what you can get

How do the land of the living
And the land of the dead
Know of each other

Are not those who go between
Only dreams
Made of salt and shadow

We are
The architects of our own prison
The devil in the details
How intricate we are
In the wrought iron
Workings of our minds

Bury me shallow
Longing resurrect me
Bent on tasting you again
Soft lightyear kisses
Craving your indulgence
Warmth of forbidden eternity
In an eon of moments
I was careless with you yesterday
You will not fear that again
Forget doubt and pain
You are above them
Stratosphere of peace
Between you and I
Hold space for us
Before we too are dust