Like waves swelling to a crest,
my love for you is heaven unbound...

I have my heart from when a child,
I keep it on a shelf...

Birds collide with sunlight
over desert oceans...

So I sit here drinking,
quietly, silently thinking...

She is the full luminous moon,
and I the lone wolf...

When I was younger
I thought I could fly...

\'What you are witnessing is real.....
transmits up to 3000 feet...

Stay,
I need you...

A nuance of silent grackles
an august phantasmagoria...

And along the way,
remember...

Shaped by outside forces
but ruled by those within...

Martyrs of existentialism
seeking our own lost causes...