I have known rain and weathered hands
stuck in time from a war in land...

Locked in a lighthouse
full of melancholy windows...

And I trace my scarred fingers
across a heaven's river of endless...

My heart needs to be a song,
beating from a dry moon gone hollow...

Somehow I wish for you to meet me
in all the places I visit unplanned...

I question spring's authenticity-
if she truly means to test my longing...

I knew you first as a whisper
among brisk, unsettled air...

Sensational.
Raindrops are braided among our thighs...

Every summer
a burden of memory...

When I contemplate
morning's praise...

I never wanted to face the blood before,
a pouring out of an innocent man's human heart...

I'm gong to move away
from all I've taught myself...