Periphescence - Sheep, Dog & Wolf

Inches barely separate our faces

Slim dark circles decorate your eyes

Periphescence, under skin

As we’re tracing gentle lines

Parallel, I’ve never been so hopeful

Nervous still, a shiver in my bones

Periphescence, under skin

Protection from the cold

And I

You

It’s been weeks, now, with an isle between us

Hear you speak, although you’re miles away

Periphescence, under skin

As I’m waiting for the day

Absence has solidity this morning

Life’s lost some vividity, today

Periphescence, under skin

Is lacking

And I crave

And I

You

It won’t fit words and melody

Why do I even try?

This can’t help but fall short

And disappoint

A painting of the sky

I’m sorry this falls short and disappoints

My painting of the sky