So much of life
We seek to give...

Saturday has come and gone
Yet your mail has still not come...

My pain echoes in your glory
Gold mingled with streaks of dirty brown...

You have met your angel
i have met a different kind...

Lameness in her brilliance
creativity in her dumbness...

I reach for the sun
only to find it's scorching intensity...

A butterfly's flutter
a desperate yearning...

When you stare at the sun too long
and start to see nothing else...

All i want
is to steal your caress...

My oasis
in a desert's mirage...