If I screamed in tangled sheets,
Would you hear me where you are?
If I breathed in blank desire,
Could you feel it where you are?
They say that everything's made
To be broken,
But I'm not sure if I believe,
And it wouldn't be the first time,
That twisted lies were spoken,
Among life's scattered leaves--
The changing of the seasons is still
And constant in it's acts,
Blaming time for all its losses,
For nothing and no one
Can turn the clocks back.
There is thunder in the stillness,
Breaking down the distance between
The present and the past,
And I smile through the shadows,
Waiting,
But I don't know how to long to remain,
And these unfinished matters
Belonging to the heart,
Are often further complicated by time,
Contaminated by the moments
Above and beyond,
Below and between the last longing glance--
So where do we go from here?
You gaze at me,
From the other side of the Looking Glass,
Doing time in Alice's Wonderland--
Tell me,
Does it suit you there,
Or has all the tea gone cold?
I speak the truth to you
As unfinished hope glows quietly,
Accompanying my well-intentioned words,
Like a chaperon of promise
Testing the once-broken bond--
I can do nothing but hold my breath,
And sweetly sigh as a song,
Waiting for the outcome,
Watching for the answer,
But only time can tell what's true.
If I reached out my hand to you,
Perhaps a fools' move,
But if I tried to touch you,
Could you feel me from where you are?
If a kiss could close this distance,
And bring reality to dreams,
If I put my lips to yours,
Could you taste me from where you are?
Would you hear me where you are?
If I breathed in blank desire,
Could you feel it where you are?
They say that everything's made
To be broken,
But I'm not sure if I believe,
And it wouldn't be the first time,
That twisted lies were spoken,
Among life's scattered leaves--
The changing of the seasons is still
And constant in it's acts,
Blaming time for all its losses,
For nothing and no one
Can turn the clocks back.
There is thunder in the stillness,
Breaking down the distance between
The present and the past,
And I smile through the shadows,
Waiting,
But I don't know how to long to remain,
And these unfinished matters
Belonging to the heart,
Are often further complicated by time,
Contaminated by the moments
Above and beyond,
Below and between the last longing glance--
So where do we go from here?
You gaze at me,
From the other side of the Looking Glass,
Doing time in Alice's Wonderland--
Tell me,
Does it suit you there,
Or has all the tea gone cold?
I speak the truth to you
As unfinished hope glows quietly,
Accompanying my well-intentioned words,
Like a chaperon of promise
Testing the once-broken bond--
I can do nothing but hold my breath,
And sweetly sigh as a song,
Waiting for the outcome,
Watching for the answer,
But only time can tell what's true.
If I reached out my hand to you,
Perhaps a fools' move,
But if I tried to touch you,
Could you feel me from where you are?
If a kiss could close this distance,
And bring reality to dreams,
If I put my lips to yours,
Could you taste me from where you are?



