As a lake deep in a wood...Awaits a cool, fresh breeze...Which I perfer.
I will wait, a patient eye, While you do as you please.

After all miracles turn commonplace in time.
Like saplings planted in your yard, will find; Years enough to shade you from the wind.

Watching the antics of you two; Happy hopping birds and say, why bother?

Castle in the sand - Washed away by hope and need and pain.
Left holding someone else's hand,
Stand alone in midnight rain - owner of a dream swept out to sea...

Builds back upon the beach despite the cost.
Stronger than the doubts
Find some flowered field and take you there - Time will sweep this interlude away;
It will barely be a memory someday....

Chained to you as fish to sea, Or as the moon to Earth, or Earth to sun. The thought of letting go.. so tortures...

Good friends, I value that, There's nothing you need do.

What is in one's heart.
An unsaid truth is like a wall, Keeping us apart.

...love for you will go nowhere,
Will just remain with me.
I'll hold it in quiet arms - And feel it constantly.

I want...
your friendship minus your desire.
I would..
not lead you falsely or betray you.
I feel the tenderness, but not the fire.
I have...
No reason for my lack of yearning, No explanation for what I don't feel, No other love to whom I might be turning, No anguish to suggest this isn't real.

Towards daylight or disaster, Awake to glory in no other way.
Must I say what you don't want to hear? It is but a truth that both of us must bear....

Open up the door once hiddenly slammed closed.
Restore the love that once squandered, driven - valuing least the value, most crave.
Each heart must sometimes haunt the steep-walled chasm, Made mad by wrath and selfish songs that rave

Drive in the darkness down strange, empty roads - Into sudden and unforeseen pain.
We think that we choose, but after we lose, We see that we've done it again.

Empty on the edges of the grave...Empty


I would...rather let my anguish run.
I am your natural light, and I will shine... - God, I wish - Till due rotation turns your night to day.
Until then, this sorrow will remain:
My hope of joy must be my source of pain...