Chasing Horizons

This murderous pain.

This murderous joy.

This silently speaking soul,

This life, a toy.

This murderous pain,

This murderous joy.

This grieving of the sun,

This ecstasy of the moon.

This silently speaking soul,

Making love to the stars, 

and the ocean,the tides,

the desert, the dune.

This murderous innocence of life,

The unsaid promise to behold,

The eternal tears,

wanting me to stay

To live, to love, to pour.