When you've come so far
isn't it hard to let go...

Lay with me beside the fire
tuck my hair behind my ears...

Carry on, carry on
through the warm summer nights...

Graciously, my knees bend to form a bow of sorts
and my head mirrors the motion in perfect...

Caressing the warm beauty of hope
I walk along the shores of reason...

I threw myself at you
from atop the highest building...

I can hear the soft moans of them speaking
reading aloud from the book...

Drafted with a hand of pain
he drifted along on feet of stumbling submission...

A therapist stares quietly
at his too perceptive patient...

"All living things would fade and die from...
- Howard Thurman...

A delicate web of words flows softly
through an eager pen...

Dance around a sky of hazy, milk-white forgottens;
and bark laughter towards the ground...