December

your water is still
and reflects of my heart
in all things i still wait so long

you warned me for less
and i'll give them their war
a slaughter for the enemies who dare to touch my shore

Helen In Paris

i hope you dream of the things you love, not the words i've said.
stolen rage cradled in your throat like an unpaid debt
walk away from the demons you've offered and i've payed for...
there's nobody left in flight

if we say goodbye, if we say goodnight
slow pilot

just another minute then i'm done and i must confess
the tidal wave building in my blood when you wear that dress
walk away from the wreckage you've authored and i've prayed for...
there's nobody left in flight

if we say goodbye, if we say goodnight
slow pilot

irulan