An Hour Glass Acoustic Sound-

an hour glass acoustic sound

I am of all I cannot dream to be.

of names that swim the crying of a man

your noise so beautiful

leaving me lonesome still.

our romance through a dance 

with kisses bright as sunlight through your eyes

that took my skies 

and swam the seven oceans of my heart;

I am all of what is left

of summers crawling west 

to clocks that ticked our holiday of sin

where the cancer of your voice

reeled me in

on hooks of armchair beards 

that grew no choice

the dam that flickered light this rocking man

dying on a teardrop of your tear.

how many faces stranger in my home

where all I am

a stranger on the streets of bone and prayer.

the stream that takes me left side to your grave

that eats my soul of secondary skin

reels me in on a carpet burn of flint.

I know jesus loved the colour of your hair.