Look at our hands and put

Look at our hands and put

The galaxy away

The warmth of together 

Unlike the Milky Way

A stroll between streetlights 

Where shadows are bowing

The earth may be spinning 

Just let it keep going

Friend, can I call you friend

Friend, can I call you friend

Both tempered and tampered

Marked by time so that our

Seeking each unhampered

Today open windows

The World saturated

Came across my sills and

Emotions related

Imperfect perceptions

Imperfect perceptions 

The battle of believe

Clear communications

Profess without relieve

Smoothing over smooches

Insincere conventions

The real Truth abandoned

Plagued with false intentions 

Allowing the wobble

Allowing the wobble

The dare to strike anew

Balancing umbrella

Walking tightrope debut

To ask and consider 

To feel the options raw

To be a morning dove

Instead of cooing, caw

Beyond night train whistles

Beyond night train whistles

A layer of dark clouds

The moon already set

As their single tone crowds

Waking to wide plane trails

Like soft Rothko tile grout

A cold autumn sunrise 

As summer lovers pout

Failures following me

Failures following me

Uneven sweater sleeves

Untied shoelaces and

Misconception believes

Still casting their shadows

Though they’ve lost their meaning

Now seeing straight yet the

Pisa tower leaning

At the start of a rain

At the start of a rain

The words fall like fall leaves

Hidden hearts like earthworms 

Are bathing on our sleeves

Like newspaper pages

Soaked through and not parting

Transparent articles

And visible hearting