The stillness of this field forever
My eyes tighten with my heart
How I wish the stream was a bigger river
Flowing into my heart
How my eyes sting as if in them is a deadly thorn
But no worry is in this pain of mine
Where my depression has longer worn
Where I know of only time
And so with a sweet breath
Can anything more mingle?
Where life is taking over death
Where the stream is solo single
And each pause is at the thought of you
But no one ever told me
That I could choke on water dew
From a stream and not the sea
I see the sun is sliding away back home
To Australia where it's warm
As I lean on grass and not a stone
To write my ideas in the storm
And I'm acting as if I'm crying
As it makes me feel so better
And companion-less as I keep sighing
Knowing this will make a letter
One you will read soon in three hundred days
Or maybe somewhat more
And the thought of it not happening that rips
That rips my heart out from the core
And... even if it's longer
It's up to you still
Maybe I cannot be wronger
But you're my barbiturate pill
(22nd May 2011)
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