Tulkoo: I lay alone in the dark and heard the far off broken rumble of half-choked, manmade thunder, the distance paled gray and mottled ... and a tear rolled down the side of my face as I realized that with each pulse of ragged, huffing lionsbreath of desert wind someones son was dying on the wrong day in a far away distant place ... for nothing he understood. In my mind I pulled you even closer to me than my own breath ... so close that your heartbeat vanished and soon became mine. So close that the darkthings behind my eyes whispered my name...begging to come home I struggled not to let you go yet again, not to let you slip away like a smoke wraith weaving your way through the deep, blackened water feel of everything I have ever feared ... I lay alone in the dark ...tasting grit again, pretending that I am not afraid of the dark thing that rips away at my dreaming of better ... and I can feel the sick and tired come creeping back to make me feel as if I'm swimming through stone ... swimming for a shore that keeps moving away. and then ... your touch, and with it ... the comfort of having something real to finally have ...
broken rumble of half-choked, manmade thunder,
the distance paled gray and mottled ...
and a tear rolled down the side of my face
as I realized that with each pulse
of ragged, huffing lionsbreath of desert wind someones son was dying on the wrong day
in a far away distant place ... for nothing he understood.
In my mind I pulled you even closer to me than my own
breath ... so close that your heartbeat vanished
and soon became mine.
So close that the darkthings behind my eyes
whispered my name...begging to come home
I struggled not to let you go yet again,
not to let you slip away like a smoke wraith
weaving your way through the deep, blackened
water feel of everything I have ever feared ...
I lay alone in the dark ...tasting grit again,
pretending that I am not afraid of the dark thing
that rips away at my dreaming of better ...
and I can feel the sick and tired come creeping back
to make me feel as if I'm swimming through stone ...
swimming for a shore that keeps moving away.
and then ... your touch, and with it ...
the comfort of having something real
to finally have ...