I'll cry when you leave
But I'll be happy in the morning...

Your shallow looks
So obvious...

Worms of silver
Mossy dunes of sand...

A cold blow
Caried...

Black crow gnaws
Through plastic of the soul...

I break down in love
But then I'm happy...

"I'll love you from late July to late...
Said my lovely Amber...

I'm glad I got to meet you
Out there in the battlefield...

I wonder if you remember,
I guess its been a while...

I want to be yours, all yours,
Like sunlight on your palm caresses...

Darling don't lie, to say you're dying--
Because I see you breathing...

If I could touch that cheek
That brightens up the night...