I swallow a bright orange bit of sympathy
As a tidal wave repeatedly floods my consciousness...
With a hushed tone
the shadow of the full moon...
In my heart, she is a rose
Whose flower never fades...
I was blank on the apple bough of adolescence,
epitome of youth...
It is so undeniable that the older I get
the more time spreads on my skin...
Has love changed throughout the years?
Will broken hearts still cause tears...
Up on screen I hear them scream,
bright and vibrant, happy and sad...
I was all the desolations one could ever have,
all the distance of the loneliness...
I feel him at the edges of an unturned page
He’s there waiting, waiting for me, waiting in a...
Wherever the moonlight touches
A meadow or oft tread dale...
To be here,
To listen...
Do not weep when I am gone,
It is not chance but mine own choice...