There is a box that I keep hidden Somewhere I shall tell you not And though it’s small, it’s full o… And silly things that mean a lot. There is a box that I have buried
A mermaid’s singing Outside my window The ocean’s widow Her voice still lingering. Wrapped round the trees
I’m the husband That never showed up The boyfriend that never Made it to your door The uncle without
I see them walking by the shore Holding hands, like they belong I’ve seen them laughing, stealing… But they can’t see me anymore. I see them sharing heart-shaped ca…
So close you were To speaking my name To hearing my words To feeling my breath... On your timid climb
The world is all a stage, Or so the Bard affirms; If only so it were for me The stage my world would be. Now #that is all the rage
It stirs within The unwanted offspring, Child of dark. The fluttering void, Hollowed heart
