Context is contextual to the myriad of madness in...
while his image is held high in the enigmatic eyes...

Lady Wind, through rustling leaves,
where she doth blow, they go...

You claim the world sits in your locker,
to wait on your desires...

There once was a name on a leaf whose branch
grew further than the reach of the sun...

What if the world were to wither away,
whaling at the sight of the moon...

The moon is in a foul mood this night,
so much so the clouds have intervened...

Cigar smoke drifts across the room
and cradles the aroma of fresh espresso...

Dead weather comes again in a dress
of clouds and ecstasy...

Rest in Winter's dark,
it's a long way 'til morning...

Hello, do you remember who I am?
I'm the one you used to love so much...

Scorched is the land 'neath where my feet lie,
where rain burns black in the dark, night sky...

Could you shoot me along the blaze of a star?
Let me carve life away to the sound of your heart...