... she dances in the driveway, sun creating a long shadow foretelling the woman to come. the song she sings  would not be considered  appropriate for joyous dancing by all who live here. she sings anyway because it seems right to her... in her joy, in her innocence. oh please, god, let her keep that heart. let her dance  always to all songs in deep joy. let her always know  her dance is beautiful. she is beautiful.

... in early morning waking  there is that fleeing dream. it is almost lucid  as I feel your body  curled behind me... the warmth of my back spoon, gradually cooling. . my heart breaks  under the weight  of no expectation, of never-will-be, of truth. how do I ever sing again? . I rise from sleep, shower the hope away, put on the pretense of the day. "hello world. it is me! everything is going to be fine." ...

... we met love  and thought the dreams were true. but now  we avoid love. there is no truth. there is no peace. the abyss grips fearful hearts. the song has changed  and "believe" is no more. grief has been surpassed.  there is only shame.  ...