how beautiful it is

now the leaves have fallen.

see the disgrace of men who weep

but women cry no more.

in the hollow hills, we see the light

we see the depth of our self.

into internal oblivion -

we seek.

how beautiful it is

now the trees are clinging

onto the memory of the green they once held.

we watch this lifetime cycle,

but every time it seems new again.

when will we stretch our arms

and rea...

the dream is an echo of your inner light -

the sounds you absorb;

the sights that wound your heart;

the touch of your skin against mine;

the taste of warmth on your tongue;

i gather these in darkness, and wander on.

the night is an anchor for your soul -

the moon, it lights your path;

the stars, something concrete to send your dreams;

the breeze, spilling carbon all over the universe, waiting for...

Freeing to see my walls come down

Freedom to doubt my walk on the clouds

The fog of my mind envelops me

My longing for peace allows me to see

I walk along the darkness, I listen to the trees

I follow the path, I wander the eves

Was it always this simple, or will it get worse?

a sadistic god, and an open hearse

I stand here willing to give in

Free to give myself love again...