Come taste the southern-sweet-tea air
Unlock your locks of nut-brown hair
Just take my hand, I'll treat you well
Come sing, my soft Atlanta belle!

We'll dance all night
(It's not a crime!)
Under charmed old light,
We'll step in time

Our feet tickle the floorboards
Kicking, shuffling, and rushing
While my Georgia-doll baby
Is smiling and blushing
And the music is swift
It's soulful, it's gushing

You're a ripe strawberry
In a sweet, **** pie
Lips rouged like  dark cherry
Eyes just like the sky

And when the newborn day rises
All the star time will pass
You will wake in my arms
In fresh morning-dew grass

History repeats itself.

~History

I thought to myself, as I was getting something to eat,
I'm going to need a fork
This thought happened so quickly and subconsciously,
For it is something easy to think, or rather just know
And it happens to everyone over the age of perhaps three-years -old
Who has ever needed a fork

I knew I needed a fork
This was very simple

But, where are all the forks?
Why are there none left in the drawer?
Maybe in the dishwasher.
None there, either?
Are all the forks in this entire house *****?

And I continued looking a little longer.

After these few--but frustrating--minutes passed by,
I had become so focused and determined to find this fork,
That I forgot to remember the very point of finding it

What was I getting to eat, again?

Cereal.

Spoon.

Right.

Here's one.

And this is why my mind is capable of the type of thinking that it really takes
To find inspiration, and not wait for it to come to you

Capture me! Now you have the chance
You've captivated me with a single glance

See my lips drop onto your skin like rain
Collect me like the tears of an undisclosed pain

Pour my essence into a bottle--let me never depart
Quickly hide me from harm within the nooks of your heart

Bring me to your lips when you feel of despair
Spritz me over your skin, let me diffuse through the air

Use me as strong drink, to abandon your troubles
For each sip of love you take, the abundance for you doubles

Your bottle is ever-filled
Ever-filling
No end
So do not use sparingly,
My lover,
My friend

The earth's only remedy
For all you desire
The only liquid melody
A drinkable fire

To quench your tongue's thirst
And always be enough
Yet leave your soul thirsting
For it is never enough

Come, wipe away my thoughts of you
Now that you are not mine
Return to visit, oh blessed spirit
Conquer the grasps of time

To commemorate the days of past
To scorn the sleepless nights to come
And establish a vigil to ever-last
How to not know pain, yet not fall numb?

Teach me your ways, as your body lies
How is it you fell at my feet, while your free soul flies?
Let me be like you--sensationless, but eternal
Ne'er again to feel the cool of night
Nor the sun's infernal
Arms of light

I long to dwell in glory's abode
To feel you run through my spirit-hair
The passion of life which death fears to part
The mixtures of ancients in the sacred air

To feel no flesh,
Yet feel all of your love
To gift you my ghost
On the wings of the dove

Every morning have I gazed into clouds
I beseech the heavens to gather them into your likeness
Placing every heart's hope in these celestial vapors
Feeding my strength and my youth into my futile madness

Why have you left me, to romance of the seraph?
You sip the caresses of divinities
How could I have been so foolish to let death in
And ****** you away with her cold, dark delicacies?

you are the thrill of every height
you are the wind to my gentle sea
you are the strong brisk of first light
you are what all songs hope to be
I hear you like the sounds of night
I watch you like the wild and free
I think you much like love's first sight
I want you for ever belonging to me

I hold you close by golden night
Clothed in sweet desire
Radiating a hazy light
Subtly reflecting your fire

If you were to dream of me,
You'd think you were awake
For in your every waking hour,
A dream for you I'd make

If you liked to wish on stars,
I'd be your guiding light
If you believed in ghostly things,
I'd haunt you every night

And if you prayed for mercy,
I'd pray to be your grace
Or if you hoped for luck,
I'd be your charm--for just-in-case

And if you needed something
To hold and to confide,
I will be the memory that your heart can keep inside