The blood seeps
from the cracks in the mirror...

When the waves are placid
and lucid eyes burn bright...

Under a pale glass moon
the bones of Christ...

Reach down deep, deep,
to the very core inside yourself...

Empty glasses and
blank tv screen...

PROVERB I
Attach oneself not...

Nothing is as lonely as church bells echoing,
hanging hollow in the cold, gray March air...

I stand in the middle of nowhere
staring at the autumn moon...

Oh, I pray, please give me the power
in this, my most desperate, despondent...

Traveling down life's highway,
roadlines reflected off car windows...

Grandfather sighs soft
ancient wind blows through moonlight...

The wonder of silence
i can love you without you...