The sun comes up / In a coffee cup / Waitress please I’ve had enough / Lord I can’t believe what I see / How could you be alone / When you could sit right here beside me girl / And make yourself at home (Lyle Lovett)

Now it’s dark, you have my heart frozen on your empty face / Maybe soon my luck will change and love will find a resting place / I water flowers in the rain, I dance beneath your silver flames / I’m crippled by the sound of love beating in my lonely frame / This lonely […]

— · — — · — — · — Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! (Pleines & Liebold, poem by Edgar Allan Poe)