The morning is always fresh and bright
At 9:34
When I walk past the window.

Tears Till April

I would weep ten thousand tears
To have you know I love you.
I would swim ten thousand oceans
To have you in my arms.
I would write ten thousand symphonies
To hear you play just one.
I would catch ten thousand stars
To find your heart.

Skipping Silence

The moon is too bright tonight, my love
I cannot see your face.
A trembling vale of sinister shadows
Has cooled your embrace.

The sky is too still this eve, my dear
No twinkling stars above.
The deepest, farthest, blackest night
Is closer than your love.

The wind blows too warm this hour, my sweet
Each gust a sultry breath,
Not of an angel or fairy, though.
It is the sigh of death.

Number Two

Once,
your eyes were dark and deep
filled with all the troubles
that haunted your sleep.

Now,
your eyes are bright and full
of happy love
that many waters cannot quench.

Always,
though,
remember when it rained.
So when the clouds approach again
You can laugh them to shame.

Number One

Without her
There is only darkness
-------and lingering fear
Before her
There was uncertainty
-------and curtains of shame
Away from her
My heart is heavy
-------and my footsteps slow

But
With her
There is dancing
I am light
-------and unashamed
-------and certain
-------and brave
With her
There is only sunshine

"actually i'm fantastic"

Comforted

Small fish swim in the ocean.
Small birds fly in the sky.

Rock my broken one to sleep
But not the sleep of death
No, never ever fear my child
of losing just one breath.

Through my eyes the world is huge
It takes up half my mind.
The other half is brimming with tears
for all the trembling souls
The poor ones and the meek.
The faltering.

Bind them up in love like the ocean
Set them free to fly inthe sky.

The treacherous tongue of evil men
Should be thrust into the fire
Alas the world is fireproof
and recognizes not those who kill the soul.

Rock my broken one to sleep
But not the sleep of death
No, never ever fear my child
of losing just one breath.

So far away from home you are
I hear your mourning heart
Hold my hand - it is yet outstretched
I'll tell you where you are
On a sinking island
In the deepest sea

Bind them up in love like the ocean
Lest they lose themselves in the terrible sky.

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.”
~A.A. Milne