Waiting for the rain,
to kiss the stale concrete,
and waiting for the wind,
to spread the flowered trees.
Waiting for the sun,
to bake the noon of day
and waiting for the stars,
to wish the night away.

Brick upon uneven brick,
We built our standards high.
The stones we laid, morality,
Are slowly stripped away
By brick uneven brick.
Morality's demise.

There was no crosswalk here
yet crossed I nonetheless.
And with just mild fear,
I ran across the lane.

The light had took too long.
The button stayed depressed.
A street sign said 'twas wrong
to run across the lane.

But I cut across the street
and then I cut again.
knowing not where I'd be,
I ran across the lane.

Until the corners I had cut
all caught up with my feet,
and then at last I was resigned
to just walk down the street.

Linger in the garden of the skies.
Walk and stray down silken starry lanes.
Come and taste the nectar of the moon.
Come and see the sun's eternal bloom.
Try to fly among the nebulae.
Try to see the garden grow and raise,
worlds that have not yet received a name.

What is in this name upon my tongue?
What drug is this? 'tis burrowed in my mind
and wakes me into life upon a whim.
Relief from this blessed curse I cannot find,
Nor do I want to shun that drug divine.
That smiling purity, that gaze sublime,
Which slowly, surely makes me thine

Honeybees that seek elixir sweet
Pursue the daffodil before my feet
The scent that dances on her velvet skirt
Is beauty blossomed from the humble earth.

Once I laid beside the rising tide
And watched the foam curl up unto the shore
To lap away the scars upon the sand
That were left by the ones who came before.

Once I laid beside the rising tide,
And left my past upon the sand to die.