No rocks can hold me together, For I have tipped the balance between weight and world. Will you offer the right, in your silence To kiss your flattened lips? In the casket, you are more fragile than the shattered world Upon an evening with gallows, Perches, Fires and silken shores, with bottles of tears. All I hear, in my drear Are the laughing, mocking gulls With the yelping, berating children. So much youth to shores and infant eyes That I left buried in a dismembered world. How does new love tie into the mind, of me? I seem to see myself, in areas of cut symmetry The blood that flows so gently Past the winter of my flesh, pale in the newborn snow From a storm that reigns in my mind. How does a new day look any different, than the last stay Of you, beside my eyes? You were the sun that rose To fall like the sigh that never again came, For you are the pain that will not close Like the lid that turns upon your form.