communion on sundays
what she becomes is a destiny of me when into her eyes i am risen
the light that dwells there in the mirror's view of a perfect bloom
lapis lazuli unfolding
i move in her direction and enter communion there
enough!
now she is away and through still sheets of lead
it is not funny anymore what this life had in store waiting, yes i waited
the one i had waited for so as to make no mistake so as to prevent
this binding lament and our forever not to be
why had she not thought that much of me
this beginning of no end i am not over and tomorrow today will be something of nothing adrift
at sea
swelling under pressures unseen sailing without vessel or shores of no land to live amongst the airs that propel my sails and their mercy my tact
compass at sea spinning in me be gone!
and heaven heard for i will not curse this or idle by until these emotions have spent
in any other way
what was always meant to be the absolution of never going too far
not far enough
for lyrics that should never be set to the music i hear of whispers through days and
nights and years together all at once, never meaning to be compelling
but this heart still beats and breathes like its living two full eyes of all they once saw
spelling out in more than words an overwhelming disintegration