Morning Hues

I've heard you've lost
Your head in the clouds.

I heard you cannot speak
Out loud.

I heard you fell
From outer space.

I heard the Earth
Quiver and shake.

But if I were sent
To the edge of this world
I'd just dive off
And never swim back..

The Lost Traveller

I sent a kite into the air,
It would be my warning sign.

Rushing waves and rapids flow beneath the cliff...
From afar I run

This is the dive.
The escape.
The goodbye.
Off of your island
I must swim back to mine.

Hospice of Archaism

A script misunderstood,
Scraping at the pain you cannot erase.

The paint you chose is prevented to chip.
Hush your voice, and purple scarred lip.

I tied a rope to each our hands
A desire you once did not understand.

It's getting cold when you're not around.
And death screams when it haunts me with sound.

I stole a branch no longer alive,
In the treetops it's easier to leap than dive.

And no other will find us here,
In our own polluted atmosphere.

Immersed

I dove down 

To the end of the sea. 

I sailed across 

The surface of the world. 

I promised myself the search I have lost myself in

Will be worth it all.