Skairt

I fear
misunderstanding and
alone.

I fear
myself and
what I create.

I fear
stagnation and
lack of passion.

I fear death

I fear

the End.

sleeper

how do you wake the sleeper
alone and fetal between the sheets of uncertainty
these nights visited by monsters and demons and gods
idols of man sent to replace her nature

fear is not alone
he brings with him hate and anger and insecurity
questioning purpose and being and
trust

meeting on a desolate road to nowhere
the mountains crying out for summit
the dust rises up seeking to swallow the desolate soul
to take her with the wind to the place she does not remember
but is already there

I will make no apology
only lust and passion
the security of knowing, desire and
growing
making love to the idea of a memory
fucking in the memory of a future
worth creating

enter through her dreams
for a dreamer is never alone
on this path overgrown and without wear
hand in hand the dreamers walk

inside her
the dreamer comes to life
showers her
her breasts pressed against the glass

there is no coldness to be found here
for tears are warm
and fears are passed
this flow is joyful and this song
is worship

and together they are one
and nothing
for infinity