From the Relationships collection
Outside Of Memory
In this flame I see her face as no other can see it gives light to something delicate perhaps too delicate to be it waxes like a forgotten moon upon her palest sky nestled beyond the demanding clouds where our dreams all go to die I wish I was a better man someone all angels could see to steady this colossal clasp from her deepest sea to unburden her chance to sing our song outside of memory to summon new dew from her quaking clouds for misplaced serendipity to reign our momentary treasures to bare to shine as starlight before our time fleeting like raindrops tasted before quenching this long tread line letting my heart to course anew and drift accord to this rented sight