Lost In A World Of Touching.

This enchanted realm is theming dust again Honey you're my last remaining breath You're the ending beating of my chest You're so much more the darkness than the light I can feel the ways you move me when I'm sleeping How awake am I to still be dreaming We're falling through strings of seasons And I have trouble breathing Your face burns delicate sculpture overlooks And it hurts. It hurts to see us getting old …

…my hands On secrets of the blind man's world Leading to us here When I go back Recreate the summer days sunken in my head There's too much there Love gushes running flooding out Mighty as a pen When I return The sky has learned its tricks We give requests Answered in the bells chimed right above our heads When the world is gone Let rubble be a nesting place Of water and the wind