If I Touch Your Beauty, Will You Touch Me Back?

Tell them I have gone away.
Far past the midnight call
past the mansions I've been promised,
past the fallen wall.

To a place of which I'm curious
Of dreamers lovers and saints
Of the ever-calling siren
Of the traveler's worn down staves

I thought of the convenience of the faceless
and all the wisdom I seem to lack.
For all I want is to touch her beauty,
and for her beauty to touch me back.

So I put my hand across the sheets
to try to hold her hand.
As ruined and separate as ships at sea
come no nearer to the sand.

But the gracious wind calls me back
she whispers after me.
And we burn our sails with steadfast eyes
like two lovers lost at sea.

She has fallen asleep
with her head against my chest.
Will you tell them I have gone away?
Unto to the city of rest.
END.

Let Me Drop Without Breaking

Turn on me, O' wind in the pasture,
Rather- chase me to the spire's top
And if we meet or my spirit fall faster
Let it drop without breaking me,

And If I cower upon this tower awhile
If I just close my eyes and perceive,
If I crumple myself to fit in your smile
I believe I'll have learned how to need

So where is the hope, the failure, the light,
The wisdom through which you see?
If I should jump from this tower in laughter
Would your waves enrapture me?
END

Letters (pt. 2)

There is something real inside,
standing above my grief.
Please come home, sister
my body no longer yearns to feel;
it has felt too much these past weeks.
I believe you have forgotten the memories,
and indeed forgotten my thoughts.
I pray you at least remember me.

I'm no longer afraid to raise my voice.
END

One Conversation

Snow was falling but I never felt it,
The cold is a bitter curse
To the young men who never stop shivering;

Sister, when our conversation had ended
And I went back to my room,
I felt nothing,

No sorrow, no joy,
Nothing to celebrate,
For the brutal noise of this evening will wake again the sun

But for now, I adore the snow,
It is beautiful,
When everything elsewhere is ugly