Languages

I can't see my eyes you see,
And you can't see inside of me.
The side of me you want to see
is sailing Saturns rings.

Why do you run?
What is at the core?
And what is it you're dreaming for?
I love just like the winter sun.
You love like the old cartoons.
Patterns of teacups in my mind
Passions once held, far behind
And somehow I lost it again.
Writing names with acrostics.

Every line I parse
makes my heart tear apart.
That moment in history
Feel it for eternity.

Invisible threads
stretching from our eyes
that weave the world that we despise 
I take my place up on the ride.
There is no paint, pastels or time.
Plotting points inside my mind
mapping these old globes of time
well black and marble, gold and glass
a situation logged and cast.

Some days we can't fake a face.
Feel foundations crumbling.
The cracks and crows are showing age.
Spreading to another page.

Speaking the language of mothers young
to mothers of a different tongue
you watch the fathers nod along.
You tap your foot and sing a song.
Speaking the language of lovers old.
Tones with decades of layered code.
An eyebrow that can stop freight trains.
A tensing lip that summons rains.