As idle as my name
I find myself
At the calm lake where I begin
Swans moulting in spring
Following the medley of the sprout
The parting of the clouds
Honey so good
I had to write a poem about it
Forever falling in and out of love
Like angels without wings
Mother, the night is getting dark
Our broken hearts are mending
Bolstering the collapsing walls
Water seeps through
Every breakthrough
Every picture of you
Everything that you do
I see nothing
I feel nothing
I don\'t believe in happy endings.