An abrasion there, on an inky finger, both hard-earned
Zest and zeal in the palm of a humble hand
Awestruck there
The noise is different down here, though
Mad-dogs and hurricanes at your back
A inhumane society nipping at random achilles
Sleepless here
Something so delicious, I’d coach you if you asked
When you lay it all down at the end of a Day
Aching in your body but not in your heart
Then the special way to sleep, a position most perfect
To taste what I’m talking, all I can offer you is practice
Judging
Stabbing
Muter of truth
A bane hijacking my ears
Pilferer
Thief
Murderous lech
A fool who’s voided my heart
Damn
He never gave a damn
He never gave
He never
He
Where may I confess
With Whom might I seek Council
And vow my resolve
Herald horizon’s glow
The coming home
The glory of the toil
The warm haven waiting
For only you
And, because I once loved
I did, I know!
My heart breaks for you
Who’ll count the cost
To leave on heart lights
To stoke the soul’s fire
Who’ll sleep so alone
And when we’re nearly ninety-nine
Fading, yet certain of our fate and the love it made with us
Green still, relatively so
We’ll walk, treasuring the sands, the time
The puzzle pieces I knew I could fit together, if given a lifetime
Why will my fingers never fumble and finally find the picture of you
How big the whole of you, the hole left in me
