Far Away With You

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I want to steal away, far away, with you I don't want to be - maligned- Or go jealously blind. Sure, I will promise to be kind. Otherwise, what would be the point of making amends? It's hard to believe I've mapped Every engulfing grief Every red moon around you And still want to smooth every seastorm As to lead you, blindfolded to paradise To a nucleus, inner calm, ripple never-alone Where white moths drift by And ancestors are present, hearing another lover calling Why are you all now running naked? Do you all forget yourselves? Maybe I should send you all back to that hell You know, the one you've mapped Only to let blood-red moons swell Oh, a moth gets into your home It could be a sign or an omen You're about to argue with your lover. If beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I want to steal away, far away with you.