in the shadowy water places where birds trill like notes from a golden piano your face is veiled and i feel mountains within your skin

see what you’re doing to me

i cannot recall you from before you saw the things you have seen and i feel my fingers brush against the dust of my own idealism which crumbles away on the fatal breeze that chills memories to the point where they become leaden pieces of anguish that stick within

i haven’t been touched this way in a long time and i wondered if i ever would again let us languish in the time between the pendulum swings of clashing wills and tempers, let us return to the time when i heard you every time before my eyes closed

i see the sea on the horizon but it is obscured by branches that are the fingers of my own clutching insecurity woven into my skin a tapestry of desire and anxiety the threads shiver as the breeze kisses leaves

this journey will end but nobody knows about my love