When was it in the heart of man to love?
Who planted that first orchid in the fire,
Then nurtured it with lifeblood from above,
Only to watch it wither into brier?

When was it that my eyes beheld your form?
A seed was planted in this fruitful soul.
It blossomed into White Delphinium,
A shared desire, a longing to feel whole.

It was my goal to keep you close to me,
As we lapped water from a passion spring.
Rejoice I did—this caged bird you set free!
But then you left before my voice could sing:

When was it in our hearts to suffer grief?
The truest form of love is, truly, brief.

Sick of too much bright?
Dissolve into the velvet night.
Shake out the dust of stars,
Quench the fire, blow in the wind.
Maintain the subtle balance
That silence will allow.
Reflect attack and reimburse
With kindness.
Don’t fight the fading flesh
Nor quarrel with the unexpected present.
Admire the simple, ignore the shame.
Explore that train of light
And with one single backward glance
Consume all the grief that one life
Can contain.

The world is vast I see

Yet there is no where I wanna be


My yearning does not include this

All that is out there have been


Except that which was given to me

By that which comes within me


This little hand grasping me

Is a string that tugs deep within


All that is precious to me

Comes forth the day I call thee baby

Do you remember seeing the caramel sky, retire under the horizon? With sandy clothes and a shoe pillow,  we lied and watched the tide in?  

Didn't think so.  It wasn't a very memorable time.
No lights nor music, and no confessions, just you were there and I.

Is that a star, or is that a plane? we debated until we bore.
Weightless, meaningless words, exchanged upon the shore
  But I remember everything.

Under the eternal night sky, and beside the vastness of the ocean, its easy to feel small and morose.

But i swear that forgettable time with you I was high above the cosmos.