it seems our chapter is coming to a close
words ran thin, the tea kettle is barren
there is nothing left to say
except goodbye
buona giornata

run to Yosemite late in the night
gaze in awe at glacial wonder
all thoughts of me turn to dust
as a wind blows through
goodnight, love
i won't see you tonight

lull yourself to sleep with Dvořák
succumb to sweet dreams
let California tuck you in
dream of me not
for i will be gone

Tuscany welcomes me with warm arms
a glass of ambiance, just that much
will do
Milan wraps me in Armani robe
paint emotions on a broken face
Sicily washes all thoughts of you
until i am whole again
for you
i'll never smile

Your dim glow is no comparison
to the blinding light of the Sun.
Created and gone
before your time began.

Your fame, wrongly earned
Failed star, failed sun.
No fame for your beauty,
for your immense greatness.

Jupiter, failed star, failed sun.
The sun mocks you... failure!
the Earth tossed you aside... failure!
Forgotten Pluto, your only friend.

she would be unclothed
all her secrets laid out
in the late summer sun
streaming through the open window
she would face the painter
her almost-green-but-not-quite eyes
wide with a fear and a thrill
never felt until now
her rosebud lips twitch in a half smile
as though she is afraid
the happiness will be lost if she grins too wide
her chocolate brown hair
curls just above narrow shoulders
sprinkled with cinnamon freckles
the artist paints with a tender hand
capturing both innocence and allure
and when he is done the girl is dressed and gone
and so the painting is hidden and gathers dust
until a curious boy unveils it years later
and hangs it above the fireplace
where his greedy eyes can feast on the girl's secrets
day and night, he will try to unravel them
but distraction comes in shape of a skin and bone lover
so the painting is suppressed again
until another prying hand wipes the dust away

i fall in love every day
whether it's with the soft kiss
of the ocean spray on my
sun red cheeks
or the delicate coo
of the least tern
the belting vibrato
of some teenage girl
lost at sea
or the way his eyes dance
every time he glances at me