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My eyes are open to the morning grey.
I lie for hours; not a word I say.
The light will come as it does every day.
Then I shall shout and leap and play.
Until I grow tired again.

The wind comes racing across the world
Tell me of how you frolicked and twirled.
Come whisper of places where stars have swirled
Show me the smoke from the dragon that curled
Among his treasures of gold.

A sleepy twitter erupts from up high.
The birds of paradise that shimmer and fly.
As green as an emerald; gold flatters my eye.
I watch for God's jewels in the grey of the sky
That is turning quite certainly blue.

I lift my face to the first rays of light.
They stretch, dance with all of their might.
The sun in its majesty climbs to the heights.
Each creature will laugh or weep at the sight
Of the greeting of a new day.

Count Your Blessings

Right now, she needs love...
Just some love.
It is a deep sadness...
A very very deep sorrow
With smooth skin and smokey thoughts,
She sits by the fire.
The embers stare back rudely.
The peace of the faded sky
and the sweep of old melodies...
Drag her away from her soul.
Into that melancholy.
Are you okay?, they ask.
She's always okay., they reply.
Give her some sweet love
to dry away the peace of sorrow.
Just some sweet sweet love.

Found In Phone

The moon peeks at me between the trees.
Seven men have hunted me
Six have met their doom
Five kept knives
Four had wives with barren wombs
Three men followed a narrow path
Two had money to spare
Only one did I love of those seven men
One man hunted my heart and won
But what is the use of a captured heart
When it is left to pine with the waxing moon?

Snap

The first kiss on a velvet cheek
I was ready
I smiled broadly to the falling sky.
It's not always a memory that is remembered
...neither is any of those times.
Just hope when it's needed
they'll appear.

Captured

In a valley of burning black
the angels wept silver tears.
Each tear was a blessing.

In the anger of the charging waves
brave men cry
adding salt to the ocean.

God knows their every breath
even those that fall
in the dark places
between the stars.

Oil and Water

Said the lake
The waves
The trees can tell
Ask the moon
She sees all
She knows
They will come
They will
Hear the rhythms
Of the waves
They will
Touch the stars
They shine
For you
Said the lake
The waves
The trees will say
They'll come home.

Oh That's Sad

thirty men in a helicopter
flying low over the broken towns
one thinks of his brothers
at home still young and daring.
the searching eyes of a certain woman
fall into his heart at that moment.
he feels again her pulse beneath his hand.
another man looks at the barren fields below,
and longs for the son he has never met.
a flash a blow a resounding cry
and pain.
thirty men...and a helicopter
carry me home
home to my father
let me fly away
higher than a stealth bomber
remember me
when your kingdom comes
by the hands of withering chaff
chattering guns and roaring grenades
collapsing souls and murdering families
one death among millions
thirty men and thirty families
saving the world.

Stream

Don't you remember....
The reason you loved me?
Was there only one
Who understood your heart
Who felt your pain when you couldn't breathe
You couldn't breathe because of the judging
The misunderstanding eyes
That followed us everywhere
But what happened to me?
Nothing, I suppose...
Unless you remember
the reasons you loved me.
Was there more than one?

Once Upon An August

I can see my heart
it isn't broken,
but fissures
and wounds
run along the edges
Each one
loved and lost
builds it up
and tears it
apart.
So don't worry
about breaking
my heart
Sometimes I think
it can only
be scarred

If you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best!