I tried to reveal the carvings in the mute earth coughing up the oxygen again and again. He is the river of light who i love and who i cling to while your wounds ripple.

I remember building a energy shield in your room tall as a pilgrim tree near the first little angle. I want to drop my arms and take ur arm as we walk by the shore

Little dove, soft in your in your newborn skin, only one little hawk please return to me I believe we can renew and you can be my brother once again and sleep with our backs agains each other and i will sing to you again in the belly of the empty night