"Wait for me, we'll fly the wind..."

The night lies like blank paper
as familiar soft vacancy sets in
cells disturbed in the cancer of dark
I suppose I shoud've said something
to filter this through to you
but its never been so still so I...

I guess this isnt the day, or night
to suspend in the shallows of depth
as wings crumble and the
sun in the dawn of morning
turns to rain washing
willows of life from the tips of our tongues

"Kin...", I said.."this is your vertex
your unreachable heartshine
where the bottom forms and is swallowed
somewhere near the vesta
that outlines your veins

But if this is what it takes
and true intensity lies in paralysis
I'll be morphine girl and dizzy
travel through the banks of your own mind
where nights will lie like blank paper
and your dreams will write them stars.."

So I couldn't say...