profanity & vanity

He was not of sea not of sky either. He  was from land, Not that of people. He wandered the seas, not with net or  hook. He ate wind, drank rain. He wandered the seas, in search of home. Whirlpools he had seen, And wind and turmoil, Wrecked ships and broken masts But not land. That owned his home.

Thither I come, brother, Unto thy grave. Where once were daisies, Now, thy blood. Look ahead, brother, The sky thee face. Like once we lay, Only now thee gone. Let us run fast, brother, Around the garden by the grave, Thee riding on my back, For thy legs, brother, They were dead always anyway. Look. See, brother, How I hold thy hands, and kiss thy cheek. Can you now love that Like you once did?

Album: The Day

Would there be a time, A time of past, my love, When I open my eyes to see yours See your big wide eyes closed afront mine, Hot breath upon my cheek, That dove like purring breath you held. I, feeling a butterfly on my hands, see your eyelids fluttering on my skin. A time when you would hold me so near you, Hug me, So tight that I could barely breath. When you would make that pudding just for me, When you would wait for me to come stir it by your side. When we wouldn't sleep Because we did not want to leave the hug. When you would be done with peace among gods, And come back from the unknown land of gods Just to hold me like you used to, and I would too. Just that I could see me in your eyes, and you in mine. Would there be a time? My Love, A time of past after long.

Gone were the days Of goodnight kisses and sweet dream wishes, Of starry nights with moon ablight, Of happy roads that led nowhere. There was dance and so was rain, Were lights and music fine, That dark weren't dark And not lights scary. The paths were daring And of them, none we missed. Gone were the days and So were the nights, Those that vowed their breaths  to glore and galore of love.