To rely on light
reflection of all we've lost
shining on the moon.

Age caught up in time
as the ancient speak freely
wood beneath the nails.

Send tide toward the sky
a religion of water
rising forever.

Make nice with milk eyes
reenacting our own pain
she leaks through the floor.

Dribble up to me
we dab the earth from her cheeks
and smear gold with blood.

All science makes due
of rain fall and muffled cries
dancing in our mind.

The secret well kept
how to fade into nothing
yet maintain your cool.

08/19/2011