you do magical things to me
bring out the the compassion and hope
you entice the gentle heart in me
i know its because you are magical yourself
i see it in everything about you
i see it in how i am captivated by your eyes
by the suggestion of you in the deepest dreams of my soul
like dreamlight crafted in hearts warmth
you haunt me
standing here at my crossroads
with you sweetly on my mind
will i ever find my way home to hear your gentle laugh
to your tender embrace
will i ever really have a home again
now that your so far away
dreamlight crafted in hearts warmth you will forever remain
forever here at my crossroads
edge of the deep sea
and the wild lonely desert
forever looking to distant shore and the memory of you
the taste of you on my soul
dreamlight crafted in your hearts warmth
means so much to me
you are the song my heart breaths
words fall on paper like vomit,
they look ugly, and smell really bad,
those days i hate the craft,
words arrange themselves so beautifully,
like falling leaves during fall, on the wet floor,
and there, the craft is brought to a fine art,
and my love for it is fulfilled.
Not sure if this is finished or not...
Heaven sent for the weakness of flesh
a carpenter, teacher, came to live after death.
A knack for wood-craft at first look it would seem
but a knack for love and life creation
beneath the skin is His real craft.
Beneath the skin is your real craft.
On the surface what most would see as a means to an end.
Beneath the skin for someone their heart it could mend.