I'm going to live the next life in the same world as my body. I'm going to conquer something stunningly simple. There's going to be a tiny house on a forgettably pleasant street. Everything is going to make sense every day. Anger is going to lie down and beg love's forgineness. Love will forgive everything but itself. And when the moon lifts its face it's going to rain its amber sorrow over the silence.

like how today there was this tall girlcrossing the street in the afternoon sundark and pure as a hundred summer midnightsbraids long as her spinelaughing at something with her friendsnatural and selfless as windand the way it plunged meinto the deepest anguish of the momentbecause happiness crossed her facethe way riverwater continually rollsover the faces of smooth stonesand how I didn't know the precise combinationof w...

I have forgotten a thousand thingsmost of them moments of silent wonderingin which one pair of eyes can't breakfrom another pair of eyesand tremulous whispers give wayto the first brush of breathacross breath across lips movingtoward the heat of other lipsalready kissing out the shapesof words that will never be spokensung or whispered into that disappearing spacebetween lips here and eyes thereand those impossible explos...

brick wallwindows like the haunted eyesof the exiledno one gets a chancewe fall in and out of love on sidewalksbehind long abandoned train stationswhere all the tiny angelsburst into flames only spring understandssome of the sad onesfell in love and never fell outsome of the beautiful onesnever loved at alltoday, in the grey noiseof this city of false renewalwe dream again of that perfect kisssomewhere that bird rises amo...

we are the ghostsyou never see us walking down the street among you beautiful ones the living ones we are the ones you pass without a second thought for the tiny brush of air you feel in our wake we are hardly worth the time it would take to pause and consider for we are not of the same world we are here you are there we taste everything and consume nothing but we are so very muchalive

I will never know howthis reaches you or whereor even ifThey are only wordssung to the raging fires of duskbecause today was another mysterywe are not permitted to solveWe are only always reachingbecause reaching is only alwayswhat we do when the nightcomes alive in the lightof these tiny cities we call our heartsWhen you finally lie downand peel back the darknessI will give you my dreams -in the silence, under the burnin...

tonight, for another last time I'm going to fall in love with a darkness that will cover me like water and wash down my spirit in a riding current of dreams in which the angels are free to love devils and the devils bow their heads longing for the mercy of anyone I awaken shattered by it all without remembering the fall

This is where I put things Everything that has no other place Here's a tiny spate of gentle rain Coming at the end of a hard spring And here's that moment I sat beside her Studying the lines of her face While the world was burning down To nothing we could use anymore Here are all the silences Between the words we gave away And here are the remnants of my heart Everything left after the silences The gentle rain After her f...

the things we do for the first and last time never knowing rooms we enter or leave, never going back again the people we might have talked to but didn't when we turned corners we never remembered roads we never had a chance to get lost on the lives we didn't live and the lives we lived never knowing the hundred thousand times we were never seen in return lips we kissed in dreams whose eyes we never met in daylight scent o...