love's recovery

during the time of which i speak it was hard to turn the other cheek

to the blows of insecurity

feeding the cancer of my intellect the blood of love soon neglected

lay dying in the strength of its impurity

meanwhile our friends we thought were so together

they've all gone and left each other in search of fairer weather

and we sit here in our storm and drink a toast

to the slim chance of love's recovery. there i am in younger days

star gazing

painting picture perfect maps of how my life and love would be

not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection

my compass

faith in love's perfection

i missed ten million miles of road i should have seen

meanwhile our friends we thought were so together

left each other one by one in search of fairer weather

and we sit here in our storm and drink a toast

to the slim chance of love's recovery. rain soaked and voice choked like silent screaming in a dream

i search for our absolute distinction

not content to bow and bent

to the whims of culture that swoop like vultures

eating us away

eating us away

eating us away to our extinction

oh how i wish i were a trinity

so if i lost a part of me

i'd still have two of the same to live

but nobody gets a lifetime rehearsal

as specks of dust we're universal

to let this love survive would be the greatest gift we could give

tell all the friends who think they're so together

that these are ghosts and mirages

these thoughts of fairer weather

though it's storming out i feel safe within the arms of love's discovery