Kyrstyn Pixton

now you're here, now you're waiting, show yourself, leave the bridge the silence- the silence says- first, a doorway, and before that, a window- (now you're here) knocking- (now you're waiting) a bridge... (show yourself) after a long stare- (leave t

i wanna get you in my skin churning like the ocean only then i can awake and feel myself begin i wanna fight for my own strength cracking through the pavement bones of harmony and flesh learning to see (chorus) my skeleton of stone my heart of burnin

this fascination with the freedom in your hands and now you call me, you call me, you call me, you call me home this introduction to the peacefulness of your stance and now you call me, you call me, you call me, you call me home no i couldn't be stre

hearts beating through the night calm, soft dusk and firelight all these falling leaves, golden time it is the canicula who carries in her belly the most precious gold she is the vessel which must be broken the chameleon from chaos wherein all secret

do you remember? by the hallows your mind... the cold cold migrations that took your heart, and stole the sky? the falling of the angels the pulling of the lines the mysterious landings can they stay now, just for a time fortunes found in under-breat

in wordless splendor, our heart's breath is enrapt in un-fathomable things wherein tears are sewn like dewey beads and laughter lollops bubbles in great chain-like dances there is but the loving release of invisible embraces garlands of divine nuance