Your hands are steady, your fingers calm.
Your lips aren't curved, in a smile or a frown.

Your heart is not beating fast or aloud.
Yes, sitting this close, I sure can make out.

But your eyes foretell me anyway,
The flutter on their lashes gives you away.

So, are you framing a very difficult question
Or an answer - perfect - to your expectations?

My love is that of the blatant boat
Seeking pleasure in making the water quiver
Your love is that of the silent river
Embracing the boat, just letting it float

For Amy

Close your eyes and think of someplace.
No, I can't take you but I'll try and paint.
Only I wish, all the colours you see,
I have on my palette before you dream.

Lost in the woods
The traveller unnamed
Felt quite at home

Found a mysterious book
In language unknown
He read anyway

Saw a lit lamp afar
A flea-bitten shack
He walked away

Reached the end of woods
Finished the book
Didn't like the end

Don't get any closer
Don't dare go away
Just wait right there
Till I lose myself
And my mind

Don't get any closer
Before I close my eyes

I wonder why
I spend so much time
Braiding my hair
That you so like
Thus scattered

I wonder why
Tomorrow again I will

Well let me hide
Behind its black veil
Too long I've been
This pure and white
And survived

Well let me hide
And yet unveil

Don't get any closer
Don't dare go away
Wait one more moment
Till I lose myself
Completely

Don't get any closer
Let me