fourteen years ago, you left to wander the arizona sky. and i was nothing but a glimmer in your eye. no memories to weigh you down, but i'll still be
lost my patience outside a train station somewhere south of massachusetts, along with all the uses for my hands. back on track twenty-nine, and i'm on
in the house we will make someday, we'll sleep in on sunday. the sheets and the sun's rays will close all around, wash over like ocean sounds. we'll stay
the thin slip of moon through the shade was lost on sleeping eyes seeing smoke rise up through the birch and pine, where a sinking red sun found us, as
stranded on mountaintops, we dream of a world without wind to let us in, where the air's not so thin, and you don't spin away so easily each spring. tristan
for the boy who's left behind: you are the air. you are the heir, and you've inherited the sky. it's slowly filling up my eyes. i can't hold on if i try
icarus, i'm so sick of this. why would you leave, just when i need you most? get your head out of the clouds. when will you make me proud? icarus, please
you can't outrun this storm. you turned and locked your door, as rivers overran the streets, and water pooled round your feet. you can't outrun this storm
please let the rain in. open all the windows wide. let the wind blow that furious thing inside to spring forth some life. i feel it pulsing: a buried
the pacific northwest coast holds a place i'd longed to see. an unmarked stretch of beach, tied to your memory. i made my way there, breathed that air
streetlights spark to life as we pass by, caught in panes of warehouse windows and reflected in your eyes. lying on your lawn on our sides. we'll stay
i thought i heard your voice amid the noise out on the street. i imagined it at best, but the knot in my chest still skipped a beat. i cannot concentrate
you raced on up ahead as your silhouette blocked out the sun. i gave chase, though drowsy haze of those summer days was deep in my
if you say yes, we could leave, we could go. we'd be gone. we could get there in time to see the dawn. come on. i don't need to sleep. i'll keep driving
spoke too soon when they said they knew you oh so well by now. but in your defense, you always sensed the break just around the bend. but you can't forget
there's nothing to hold us down. we'll cut the strings. we'll kiss the ground goodbye. we'll catch up a western breeze that eddies us up past the trees