As dew and my thoughts drift aimlessly,
I am left dreaming.
I have the bushes and trees,
I have the plants and I have the water.
But the butterflies fly past me,
and the deer gallop behind me.
And as I stretch out an offering hand,
I only grasp the fading beam of sunlight.
A glance at the beauty of the azure sky,
reveals a greyness around me.
Now I must find a way to let colour seep in,
while letting the deepest out.
Maybe then the birds will hear,
their song is just like mine.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
I can and I know it.
I am with you,
take me where no-one goes these days.
I'll be your acoustic heart.
A blend back into the melody.
You go so high, and fall so quick.
Fall on me, let us soar and not look down.
Lead me, follow me,
please run in the circles we had so many years ago.
Hear me.
Hear, please.
There's a close I want you to be.
And then, speak your harmony.
And then, free me.
Stretch your beauty upon me but wait.
take me where no-one goes these days.
I'll be your acoustic heart.
A blend back into the melody.
You go so high, and fall so quick.
Fall on me, let us soar and not look down.
Lead me, follow me,
please run in the circles we had so many years ago.
Hear me.
Hear, please.
There's a close I want you to be.
And then, speak your harmony.
And then, free me.
Stretch your beauty upon me but wait.
Build
I can see where this is going.
I can see.
And there's the lonely note which I will find,
and the word that has not been used.
And the words that have been used that I will give new meaning to.
And I can weave the threads that will bring an unseen magic.
And maybe it will drift to you,
and maybe you will tie a letter and send it back.
And at the end of it all,
I am stronger.
And I will reach the only eye,
and through to the only heart,
I will sing your song.
I can see.
And there's the lonely note which I will find,
and the word that has not been used.
And the words that have been used that I will give new meaning to.
And I can weave the threads that will bring an unseen magic.
And maybe it will drift to you,
and maybe you will tie a letter and send it back.
And at the end of it all,
I am stronger.
And I will reach the only eye,
and through to the only heart,
I will sing your song.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Inevitable
It feels like winter,
even when the sun's tears are on my face.
I want to hold a breath,
but I'm afraid it will get trapped.
Notice I'm drowning ?
Rescue me ?
Please.
even when the sun's tears are on my face.
I want to hold a breath,
but I'm afraid it will get trapped.
Notice I'm drowning ?
Rescue me ?
Please.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Am I the Distance ?
Seas await the turning of tides.
And tantalizing fragrances pave their path
to capture stains from fresh goodbyes.
Oh, then leave me a trail to come back to you.
Airbourne, my dreams. Open your heart.
Hear me when I whisper my secrets to you.
I don't know how to put this in words,
But underneath it all, I mean much more than just words.
Hear me now.
And tantalizing fragrances pave their path
to capture stains from fresh goodbyes.
Oh, then leave me a trail to come back to you.
Airbourne, my dreams. Open your heart.
Hear me when I whisper my secrets to you.
I don't know how to put this in words,
But underneath it all, I mean much more than just words.
Hear me now.
Take Me Nowhere
Nobody knows now,
what clocks will turn us into.
What wishes will come true, what wishes are made.
Where wishes that are lost have gone.
Go.
Maybe dreams will make it seem alright.
There's a space for our world.
Build Hope and watch it grow into everything.
And the other will be forgotten,
as dust in my memory.
Where a part of it will blossom into what could never be.
Where will I be ?
And who will be what I wanted to be ?
And who will say waht I need to say ?
Take me nowhere, but bring me home tonight.
what clocks will turn us into.
What wishes will come true, what wishes are made.
Where wishes that are lost have gone.
Go.
Maybe dreams will make it seem alright.
There's a space for our world.
Build Hope and watch it grow into everything.
And the other will be forgotten,
as dust in my memory.
Where a part of it will blossom into what could never be.
Where will I be ?
And who will be what I wanted to be ?
And who will say waht I need to say ?
Take me nowhere, but bring me home tonight.
Untold
Far away, we're folding into something that cannot be unfolded.
Far away, I'm painting the picture you want to see.
Far away, I'm surrendering.
Here, we're enduring the stones thrown at our walls.
Here, I can see the picture.
Here, I'm surrendering.
Far away, I'm painting the picture you want to see.
Far away, I'm surrendering.
Here, we're enduring the stones thrown at our walls.
Here, I can see the picture.
Here, I'm surrendering.
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