The great divide that is the spacebetween our hearts will come unlacedand puddle softly at our feetBy morning's mist I'll taste your bloomand through the heat of afternoonwe'll tie each other in the sheetsWhen evening spills your musky scentinto...

The sparkle in your eyesI don't want it anymore.The look you had to giveI think you gave me too much. Birds chirp, peep, caw...Birds, birds, pasts that fly by! Wounded birds, pierced eyes...Dark perspectives you neglect. Birds chirp, crow, whistle...Birds, birds, pasts...

Taking the old me off of the shelf,I pursued a new safari of self,headed deep into the thick brush,listening closely to its eternal hush. In the hope to finally then findhow to see beyond this blind,see beyond what held me...