brighthouse

Floating down this road, broke and prostrate
Faceless sentries try to hem me in
Lights and stars form lines from water’s darkness
Pointing to the refuge of your In(n)

Your house but the loneliness compells me
To look for life in shadow’s stillborn glow
How can I take refuge in half darkness
Why should I expect that you should know

Lights lead backward to the frosted mountain
Broken bridges, fallen trees surround
Up to the ledge o’er looking your house
Lead into the full abyss of sound

Perched a foot above the ground at your house
Trees and rocks and rivers floating free
Boundaries and the fact that there’s no Other
Vanish and I’m free in spite of me