Home

The waves crash slowly towards home.
A journey from their explosion on the rocks to your skin.
I brush off the powder white sand that you attracted from earth.
and notice the way of attraction in my dreams.
It holds the pending love in your eyes,
the smile that burns in a distant memory.

I have often spoken between the lines of this memory
of a place I can claim: your arms, my home.
The way that we have known each other's eyes,
sitting across a room feeling a gaze brush my skin.
For the longer portion of my life I've been bound to my dreams,
with your hand in mine, my captor will be brought to this earth.

A phantom touch in reality and a paradise on earth;
The moments lying in the grass wish to be more than memory.
Lingering a softness on the pillow in my dreams
traveling so far only to find that I was home.
My longing aches in my fingertips waiting to touch your skin,
I cannot hold much strength unless I glance away from your eyes.

That hold of minutes to years in your eyes.
A song heard only beyond this earth.
I am ashamed to know the depressions of my skin,
but I cannot evade this memory.
Where can these feet wander once they have found home,
how can they leave behind such beautiful dreams.

It is only a luxury for those who dream,
for one who knows the moments hiding in front of their eyes,
in your deepest darkest thoughts you will feel safe at home.
Breaking the restraints from this shallow earth,
love will become much more a memory.
Hold the weight of kiss against your skin.

Now peel off the barriers of such tormented skin.
Keeping the sigh of an Astronomer's dream
against your skull which resonates a familiar memory,
the kind you feel when we meet eyes.
The way we float above this earth
in our secret place called home.

Railway

You're not from around here are you?
Unfamiliar with oblivian...
Yet you knew my name and my story.
and that is more than i can say for them.

Which way is home, to the right or left.
I can help you find your way.
But I most warn you not to fall asleep
you'll end up like them someday.

That star is mine, which one is home?
It's easy to pretend they're all the same.
We must be lucky to have found eachother.
You and Me, We're We. We're Tame.

Season 4

I placed the necklace in Harmony's hand, and I asked
her keep til I returned. Once before I met her touch
but had forgotten what I'd learned. She kept black string
weaved in her palms with fingers tightened and discerned.
I met my love at a winter picnic to the sound of broken word.

The time that vanished beneath her eyes, have sworn the
beginnings of goodbyes. The moon once warned of our demise,
but I walked my course with a world so turned. The necklace
seemed heavy on her neck, I hope the lights will take it back.
With our memories less intact we'll watch the stars all fade to black.
As the photographs and palm read maps flood the fire's burn.

On the edge of the summer's lake, I try to take a breath
from the worn out alabaster box. Carrying the celtic symbols
of trust and the journey's we once crossed. I throw the rocks
to skip the surface of this so called life. That I might have found
her song written in the frame of night, and the rings we weren't
wearing and the love we weren't swearing. But we are bound.
Before there was anything to learn.

By the dawn we were meant to see the mornings call from the
balcony in a paradise they were destined to fall with a wind's
brush through a broken fern. The summer stayed, the summer gone.
The tides attempt at prevailing song. As Harmony's hand waits
for the return of our love in a new universe.

The sound of Broken Word.

Lullaby of the Homesick.

With her head on his shoulder, she's off to sleep.
From the very ends of the road there's a whisper of "goodnight",
Truthfully, the mystery lies with the man dressed in black.
Hiding behind his distance to humanity, he writes a confession.
The words pour from the pen and set out the blood of where he's been,
it's a long time line to where he wants to be now.

In a traveling room full of breathing corpses
he can't understand why he's the only one awake
watching the wheat pass by on this route to self discovery.
He wants to run through those fields but is separate from this world by a glass shield.
And if he stands, he will awaken her. He will awaken himself.
So he will remain guarding their mobile grave site.
"Older Brother, Shining Knight, Protector"
A redundancy to his biography.

Filing through the pages of a journal that seems empty in its completion,
he can hear her heart beat, even from a distance he imagines it's inflection.
A rhythm that is unique. Just like her eyes and just like her lips.
Just like the kiss so beyond a dream.
As he wonders and waits for the moon to show a sign.
He finds one on the road, that says he's finally home.
And soon he will return to the middle of nowhere.
but once upon a time begins every fairy tale.
Happily ever after is far off, but will be found.
Until than upon a time there was once.