and they know...prayers too, like last night's lost dream set your soul on fire. align your selves. there's no explanation for the mystery that we are a part of. where intentions are like glass and you part the sea and i part myself. the memory of skin can only imagine the way you taste. the silver-edged clouds keep saying the same thing. what is it i hold? apart from time? life, clues, patterns, answers, histories, origins. and the idea of you. the world cupped in hands with maps designed as we go. nothing more revealling than the atlas of the heart. collected stories pulled from dark and colourful corners. you resemble lightning. i am quiet thunder. the picture remains unchanged. seeing not what we're not ready to see. only on both horizons this smoke dancing against the sky.