i watch you as you're waiting, merely waiting
it's my turn to be the ghost eyes that follow

humming that slow melody that i think you might dream to
at least thinking through


my dreams touch reality in ever closing circles

no longer deigning to play these games
these games, if they're just games, no longer interest me
seriously


i'd rather it be larger than life, than just a broken image of itself

my black lines are reaching out my love


where are your red



coming to a stop




all those holes i fell through

it was always the same on the other side



i'm continualy looking in your eyes



when i can see them






when you look at me








i've landed beside what you call you mangled body
it doesn't look mangled to me
only roughed up by the contually dragging scores of life's necessities


and i wish i could hear your song


can i take your hand
perhaps lift you up a bit


maybe even show you a little more than the fragile pleasantries that rule our dying world

no longer as a pigment, or as the cricket
softly chirping in your ear

not even as the whisperer
leaving little thoughts you paid for in pennies


it's been a while since those
i want those answers

i really do



i dont think ive ever really moaned a name...whispered it perhaps

nobody drowns in my "orbs in reverence" i always seem to be left gasping

grasping for something when i tear my eyes away from yours




i hid it well.....better than i should have i think



and now i'm waiting, watching you wait for something



and i've known this for quite sometime
that wasn't hypothetical
you know this

and i know what i'm waiting for at last love




took me awhile but i came around







you