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

Float down like softly falling snowflakes to
leave golden glow halo kisses upon troubled brows...

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

In the sanctuary of night
the world is a little closer...

He is haunted,
they whisper behind my back...

Martyrs of existentialism
seeking our own lost causes...

The road is 2,000 years long
and life is as endless...

I wonder about
the colour of thought...

It's getting worse in such a delicious way,
sitting across from you at the picnic table...

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

Trace your graceful neck
creamy swell of your breast...

Birds collide with sunlight
over desert oceans...