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Randomness & Silence. The Inquisitor & The Anarchist. In a time-space continuum, spinning a warped reality. Relativity and Authenticity. Authentique mais pas vrai. Esprit. L'existence ou l'essence.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Sundown

I am nothing but with you
We are together everything
And as I lay in your arms watching the tides and waves roll by
I am nothing but with you

Where would I need to be?
If not looking to you
Because in those still ochre eyes there is depth beyond this life
Where would I need to be?

I am lost and found
We are this, and "we" is all
I cannot feel the need to fall, you hold me up beyond the flaws
I am lost and found

I am nothing but with you
And everything that we are is beautiful
You are my self-effacing yet dominating hero
I am nothing….yet with you
I am all and for you
I am nothing but with you
And "we" will weather the storms of time
As you ferry me across the horizon
Into new love where passions keep rising

I am lost and found
The all that is none
That I am is your doing
If not looking to you

I am but with you.