And so ten centuries solemnly collide Love failed and I have Lost my Name
Secrecy hoards the treasure Coveted most by me As rainwater collects in barrels Sleep covers Abuse with Time Too many dream-haunted hours Leaves me with seasons swelling and growing And without welcome, fading Something makes sense in ripples Grief is the corpse from which worms feed Alas, I am not this stricken man Suspended by sunlight, shadows break Their silent vigil As rainwater collects in barrels Lucifer rose up to kiss the analgesic dawn While below, Something roll'd the stone away Something makes sense in ripples Gradually, I saw Abuse is a Name And ghosts will seem forever Less fantastic
Like a kiss, soft, and wild with the delicate steps of petals fallen in a stream This swirling ballerina turns in faint and sighing grandeur Across the floor to me. A monarch plays the violin to a summer's afternoon Whilst quietly the earthworm adores the soil in winter's sparkling gloom It breaks away, growing as the flowers do.
A thunderhead embraces his enraptured lover And kisses with a gale that also makes the cattails shudder. His tears cannot, as he proclaims his love, be held with lightning back; They fondly dance into an open window And fondly dance with mine.
Our eyelashes weaken with a weight that is sweet and fine, And this feels like frogs and spiders in the sweet outside. Tell me why world, unfathomable and good, The beauty of everything is infinite and cruel.
An airplane, a puppet, an orange, a spoon, A window, and outside Stars and the moon.