I want you to be the paint that drips on my canvas
our bodies brush to create something beautiful

I am content
with thy firmament
In silence I hold my lament
My fear is my strength
it unfolds to earths length
Beyond what my eyes may see
I lay my trusty words upon thee
Home is far from blinded sight
A life hidden in a darkened night
There we fell into closeness
An abundance of things to confess
In simple wholesomeness we linger
Til I can reach thy lips with my finger

I am content
with thy firmament
the same one it will be
when we look up we'll see

We struggle everyday in this nightmare of living,
only to wake up to another dream after death.

I am struggling to wake up from this nightmare of living,
only to live another dream after death.

Dreaming while dying
Is the only way to catch
Immortality

Iliad book two
never ending list of ships
impressive, Homer