He painted my skin with graceful bars
smudged in awestruck pen & falling hand...

Only one bulb is playing its harp....
rims of serenity's lost friend...

[There's no one quite like you]...
When the storm beats against us...

You're weighing if you'll be around
to see me fall in love with you...

My yellow hair wakes you up,
platinum waves cascading down...

You're a momentary home,
beclouded among my many...

I have no signtature in ink
that says I am bound to you...

Don't worry about me falling behind
becoming a lost artifact nobody remembers...

Some things fly at me with a lonely force,
and I don't know how to react other than...

It was a mad flurry
of departures...

I only have to take another breath
to realize that you are closer than before...

Her body is tied, twisted- her backbone
tightly woven around...