(2013)
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
