“...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...”

“...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...”

“...impulses are flowing through my brain - primal sparks leaping gaps - all so I can put my arms around you...”

“...when you enter a room, my wound opens, but there is light, always light, when you come in...”

“...you are a river rock and belong in a stream - not here in this upper room sinking in my bed...”

“...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...”

“...at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock...”