Distant,
Reality has become recently,
Detached from my body, mind, soul,             , most of all.

It comes and goes, goes up and down on a sporadic path
And,             , was once beautiful a moment ago to me,
but now she's different, and tomorrow I'll love her again, then I'll hate her, then I'll forget her -- hell! I've already forgotten.
And I've already loved again.
And hated again.
And forgotten.
Her name:            ,
I don't want to remember, and I wish I never met her!

It comes and goes, goes up and down on a sporadic path
And, Love , was once ugly to me a moment ago,
But now I love her, and tomorrow I'll love her, and then I'll love her, and I'll never forget her.
And I've already loved again.
And loved again.
And loved forever.
Her name: Love,
And I'll never forget her, and I'm grateful to have met her!

It comes and goes, goes up and down on a sporadic path
Again, and again, and again, and again, and again / / / / What a desperate coil of emotion!

And I had no idea that you could bleed so much for me.
When you're tied to a feeling,
And it's hard to believe, I don't in anything,
And I trust my heart when it says:
"Let it go, let it go. Let it go, let it go."

Standing in the shadows healing the scars you endured for me.
I can't see you're still bleeding,
And it's hard to believe, I don't see anything,
And I trust my mind when it says:
"I don't know, I don't know. I don't know, I don't know."

Swimming in the seas of your blood you spilled for me.
I never notice the tide's rising,
And it's hard to believe, I don't feel anything,
And I trust in my lungs when they say:
"Breathe in slow, breathe in slow. Breathe in slow, breathe in slow."

And it's just another day;
I don't care anyway,
If I drown in your care;
Because I'm not aware.

Oh sweet Cordell, I stand by your grave
In autumn leaves, with blood you gave

Colder it seems, the winds that blow
As you're buried deeper, first fallen snow

Sweetness of the summer orchids fade
And with the fragrance, down you laid

I'll bare the winter your death has brought
Despite the frigid dark days it wrought

Cordell, whilst you lay in peace
Your frozen beauty has ne'er ceased

Burdened me with sweet memory
I'll gladly keep, if you wait for me.

Gilded strand on the silent shore
Without a wave to break upon it
The sea rests calm, my heart at war
In wait of the tides to consume love writ

Waters rest though and my love will stay
My love will decay on this fading strand
Before you wash away the words I say
I'll have written again with my weary hand

Even as the sun descends fast on your blue
And the moonrisen glow my night softly lit
I'll shed my feelings to the sand anew
In case your waves break at dawn to it

And once you find my love that lay here in sand
My only expectance is for you to understand

Why is it that you shine so bright?
Brighter than all the other stars in my sky
Somehow blinding is your twilight
Yet so distant from my reach, but I'll try

Even the deepest of my seas
Are wrapped in your light
And my darkest forest's trees
Can't cast the shadow of night

Without any part of me able to rest
While you shine intensely upon me
I'll be wakeful every second lest
We collide when your next passing be

This voiding air between us, oh star of mine
Will disappear quickly, all in due time.

The poet woke every day
With rekindled hope of revival
Desperate for a word to say
Sweet words that are vital

The white washed ruins or shattered possession
Tell the story of material obsession
The war fought over useless gold
Making young grow old

I go out into the wastes of yesteryear
In search of food and water
Cold winter wind whips past my ear
The snow will fall
And with it my world.

I will write again soon,
But for now I must rest.

Someday, I wish to have my love for you written completely;
Someday, I'll write no more because I've written all I can,
But I'll write until my weary pen is dry, not of my inability,
Because it would take all of time to write all for you, and time again.

There is not enough words, nor enough time to express;
Though try may I with eighty-nine letters of love,
Still incomplete, and insignificant I must confess,
In the shadows of your beauty from the heavens above.

Stella shines for me still, every night still;
Guide my hand and confirm my affect,
And forevermore, I follow Stella's will,
As I see her in your eyes in waters reflect.

And here is another endless verse from my loving heart:
A call to your's, a line on the shore, to pull when apart.