Luna, To Me

the clothes are new
but you're still the same
and I'm happy to see
you remain

the burden is heavy
but there's air in you lungs
and I'm happy to say
you're my precious one

do you know your eyes are stars
do you know you smile is Luna, to me
I'm drowning
I'm drowning
I'm drowning

and you are the sea

In Truth, No One Comes in Here for FM Parties or Services

Along great distances there are lines and people in those lines
There is a history of quiet footfalls that carry the weight of hearts, heavy with memory

Unfitted, unwashed jackets and hands will fold-over the sleep
Again and again and again

I will conspire with you
By gaslight or sunlight
I will speak darkness and hold your hair to my nostrils
I can drown and surface
Again and again and again

Along swollen shorelines there are fortresses and fountains
They betray the purpose of nature
They employ many
They better no one