falling in love again and it reminds me
love would do better to have a name
none I know of describe that feeling
of waking to your name
Where love lies in a song.
I hear ley lines in a song
when the music comes on,
"I hear a symphony"
I hear your name,
I hear a lyre
Where love lies in a song.
I hear ley lines in a song
when the music comes on,
"I hear a symphony"
I hear your name,
I hear a lyre
toward the ceiling, I turn and
I hear a lyre
I hear a lyre
below, so close
it shutters my breath at speaking.
I ask a question of the morning sound.
What is love that only love
it shutters my breath at speaking.
I ask a question of the morning sound.
What is love that only love
can cure?
A thousand new names for love
spill from my early mouth
and morning eyes.
What is the name
What is the name
of that Love is
mined ore matter,
I'm a crystal radio with a hole
mined ore matter,
I'm a crystal radio with a hole
in my head.
What is the name
of that love?
What is the name
of that love?
of that Love is
radiation in the trees.
The fractured genesis
A lonely heart mistimed
Mistakes a kindness again
Dreams a thing he'll never see
radiation in the trees.
The fractured genesis
A lonely heart mistimed
Mistakes a kindness again
Dreams a thing he'll never see
we walk between
and the slide in the brush
and the slide in the brush
as we jump from our separate paths to another,
the one together we are on then
until we are not...
until we are not...
but there's my imagination again,
Pitching illusions, a rising strike.
Pitching illusions, a rising strike.
are you on this path
or is my imagination to
put me in the place of the dreamer,
what is the name I am looking for?
when you move across my eyes
I am lost in beauty,
and you grow around me like a labyrinth,
and you grow around me like a labyrinth,
and I'm lost again
at the center, the endless pathways
of you, did you walk here
of you, did you walk here
I leave this here like driftwood,
Like dead flowers arranged
With grasses, I love you.
I wrote a silent book,
its in a dog's heart,
Like dead flowers arranged
With grasses, I love you.
I wrote a silent book,
its in a dog's heart,
but I'm a cat owner.
A cat that shit's on the floor.
A cat that shit's on the floor.
So I get to see you, walking by,
An hour hear and there, listening
And glistening there in here,
and that is the best part
of this life now, these weak moments.
I get glimpses of what this life
could be, that at its pinnacle,
through everything that's ever been,
through all the love and suffering,
the eternal optimism was for one thing,
a glimpse of what this life could be:
An hour of you, a timeless hour of you.
An hour hear and there, listening
And glistening there in here,
and that is the best part
of this life now, these weak moments.
I get glimpses of what this life
could be, that at its pinnacle,
through everything that's ever been,
through all the love and suffering,
the eternal optimism was for one thing,
a glimpse of what this life could be:
An hour of you, a timeless hour of you.
Falls-In, what is it you fall in?
Is it towards me
Is it towards me
or is life keeping you these days
with those other
with those other
loves, the one's with other names,
the ones with names
the ones with names
not the nameless
one that I wake up in today?
one that I wake up in today?
Or am I just one
who dreams,
forever one
Limited to acquaintance,
a passing trouble
a passing trouble
that passes as it
passes, only in your mind
passes, only in your mind
as someone who pressed send
Another who pressed send.
Another who pressed send.
Where do you imagine me
or do you imagine me
or do you imagine me
for I don't even know,
its just a dream,
its just a dream,
something I awake in,
something that flies
something that flies
while sleeping.
I hear your name on my breath,
I hear your name on my breath,
and the morning alarm rings,
everyday without you
everyday without you
is a life in a day already
a thousand times defeated,
a tear dropping
a tear dropping
into a well of sorrow, it lands....
Beneath me which is named,
which is names,
which is names,
beyond love which is named,
which is names,
which is names,
eternity, infinity, these are
the time frames
the time frames
of the...love I make up names
for, or even say,
for, or even say,
of what burns for you Leslie,
and there we sit,
in a Sunday afternoon
of my imagination,
there with
a-missing-piece,
and there we sit,
in a Sunday afternoon
of my imagination,
there with
a-missing-piece,
she-who-cures-sorrow-when-she-falls-in-love
with
always-falls-in-love.
with
always-falls-in-love.