"You watch the clock move the slow hand.
I should have been home hours ago.
but I'm not here. . .

. . . come, let you know what's been happening;
There's a ghost in our home just watching you without me"
       -- Kate Bush

You have the most beautiful asphyxiation.
When you go, you go completely;
You wave,
your hand falls off. . .
Make no mistake,
I'll take
the best part of you
with me,
and shore these thoughts against my own ruin;
given the birth of a liquid heart,
I'll hammer the hook in the head,
the eyes as two passages for two passengers,
two fishbowls of mercury.

Dig a little deeper,
there are the beautiful wounds of our love.

Be well love,
fare well,
don't fear to tell how well
we lifted the earth & turned it
to dine on a day,
running our fingers through each other
as if made of sand.
I'll take all that was good in you
when you go,
for the rest would ruin me.

"You turn away to face the cold enduring chill
as the day begs the night for mercy, love.
the sun so bright it leaves no shadows, only scars
carved into stone on the face of it.
the moon is up over one tree hill
we see the sun go down in your eyes

you run like a river
into the sea. . .

. . . I'll see you again when the stars fall from the sky
and the moon turns to red over one tree hill."