Walking home the voices of thoughts keep me...
My feet find their path, but my mind is lost to...

The complications of missing her
Do not escape me...

It is only a wink, a genuine smile
That captures the moment with equal...

You are like these flowers
gentle and wonderful...

Come in, but be quiet
The rest of the house is asleep...

Tonight the night behind the stars is that much...
The whites are so much whiter beside the black...

Nooses of time gently drape around our collarbones
Casting shadows between the hollows of our skin...

My heartbeats are erratic and fast,
And my existence relies on an irregular beat...

I know these words are simple
And that they do not all rhyme...

He trotted over the road
And danced along the path...

Drip - Drip - Drip.
Drip is the sound of life...

Shards of light, there is one thing I beg,
That you leap over that horizon, pierce this...