Did you sleep at all tonight,
as the stars fell with thunder,
Darling, my dear?

Can you hear the sounds
of the guzheng through through
the bamboo reeds
of your heart?

The truth, if you need to know,
is that I...

Have you ever wondered
if the reality we fold into
is better than the dreams
that lie to us?

Are you sleeping yet,
softly as you breath next to me,
with me in your ether?

The truth, if you care to hear,
is that I...

Sweet symphonies
conducted by fireflies...
Let them carry you
to my arms,
where you'll never have to be
far away from me.

Sweet lullabies,
whispered by cicadas,
in the endless moonlight...
They tell me that you're not alone,
that you'll be just fine.

And the truth is, oh my dear,
if you really want to know,
I'll tell you...

Honestly, I believe
that I can't breathe
without you here.

Starfish, why are you
wandering
beneath the ocean waves?
Wouldn't you
rather be
where you're calm and safe?

Please, my darling,
don't you drift away...
The sun will come out.

I promise you...

Starfish, why do you
hide from my light touch?
Don't you think
that
you're being to tough?

Please, my darling,
don't you drift away...
The stars will glow again...

I promise you...

These have never been
promises that I
never intended to keep.
The truth in the lies
we tell
each other when we're all alone
is that we love each other
when we're not alone...

Give me a morning,
you can be my dream.
Give me an everything,
you what I need.
My darling, I cannot
swim against the tide
without your gentle fingers
wrapped loosely in mine.

Please sleep.
Please sleep,
You'll be here when I wake.
My darling, I promise
you won't ever miss a thing.

By accident,
I found her tombstone.

It lay buried beneath snow,
encased in ice,
under a canopy of white held aloft by the trees.

I had been walking,
focusing,
as I often do,
on the clouds of steam rising from my mouth,
and what they meant to me,
when my foot caught hold of the crumbling cross,
and sent me tumbling down...
down...
down...

I caught myself on hands in a sea of crystal white,
flesh stinging from the cold,
my foot aching in pain,
burning hot in the winter wood.

Why would there be a grave here?

What poor soul would be forever lost in this hollow?

Carefully,
in the cold,
throughout the fading light,
and into a darkness of falling snow,
I worked to unmask the grave,
and reveal the name of the damned.

I toiled for hours,
until my fingers went numb and bled,
spilling red upon the white,
a contrast so stark in hurt my eyes,
but in such beauty that was not lost on me,
until I could reveal the faint carvings that were letters.

Her name was as beautiful as I'm sure she was in life,
and I could not help but smile as the sun crested the hill,
bringing with it warmth,
and life,
to this forgotten,
frozen land.

I left her there,
revealed from the snow,
vowing to return in the spring.

I left her there as I leave myself here.