When there's nothing left but silence // When my mind has lost its narrator // When darkness rules and sadness trembles //something beckons, come with.
All the Time
For all the meals we never shared // For all the time we never had // For all the things we never said // Know this, as you be on your way: I'd give it all back, just for time.
These Pants Were Made for Walking
You're still alive // but you're fading fast // it's because you can't walk // that you'll never wear them again.
Thine Own Self
I'm here, just like you, but you're not like me // You're part me, and mostly yourself // I know I speak in riddles but it's because there's one hidden here: To thine own self be true.
Is there a knowing, I don't know? // To know in my bones // To erase all doubt // To forge a path, with the confidence // That what I know, is right.
Tick, tock, goes the clock // Paying no attention to my pleas // That it should do a somersault // Curl up into itself // Finally find some rest.
I didn't want to, but I did // Held it, held it - yes, that's it! - until it faded // When it went, no one missed it // but me.
The Cold to Come
A time to rest // A time to fly // A time to huddle close // A time to gather courage. // An invisible force is drawing close // Gathering strength, as the Earth's axis tips towards winter.
On the Lake
I saw him, you say // I saw him drown // but I didn't turn around. // While this sinks to the bottom of my mind // I watch you. // What good can come of this?
There's a heart in every woman // known to all by another name // something that can't be fooled // a thing that never breaks.