Sometimes I wonder is this life is really mine
If the chaos in the cosmos mixed up the constellations
and gave me someone else's horoscope
Because it feels like a dream not meant for me
And I'm trying to wake up, but your face won't go away

I want to drive
Until I can't tell the difference between road and sky
Until these tire tracks cross out every line in that letter you left
Until the whipping wind blows away your scent on my skin
Until the bright white sun blurs every vision of us
And get so far, so fast,
that the memory of you could never catch up

Your soul is deep and vast
Swelling like the waves of the sea
Crash against my shores
Beat back the bone
And surge in my open chest
Erode away the hollow cage
Wash over me and fill my lungs
Sweep me out, far and deep
And drown me in your ocean

You asked for a poem, a letter, a sonnet
An ode to the what ifs, the what is, the what more
As if the simple action of touching pen to paper
Could somehow suffice for touching me to you
To spill the words, the last looks, the secrets
Of love, of the life they lived as birds of paradise
Those wild birds, like the phoenix
Their time burned out in bright hot flame
And they became and became
Those birds, those flowers, those flames
That gave life from the ashes of Pompeii and Vesuvius
And new passion for the glory of living
To merge your soul, my rhythm, their sound
And this ink that flows from this pen
That flows from this hand
That this paper should capture them,
Capture us
In black stain
As we stumble through a lifetime
Is, if I may say, life's only impossibility

Little pieces I give away
Bit by bit I chip at the source
Fragile, precious shards
Leave me raw and rough-cut
I’ll whittle this soul down
To carve you into me
If only you’ll give me the tools

I have never been at ease
Endlessly pulled in every direction
Coming to rest nowhere
Nothing soothes the restless, weary heart
but the open sky and the changing winds
New horizons stretched into everlasting
The question of something more
forming in the distance
Some dream undiscovered
Some something else to reach for
I was never meant for stillness
My feet will always find a new path
My home is in the journey

Let me rest my head in the crook of your arm
And feel your pulse quicken against my cheek
Until the drumming in my chest matches the rhythm in yours
Hear the soft, sweet melody of your breathing in my ear
Read every lyric in the lines of your palms
You are my favorite song