will the sunlight lead me home or will I stumble up the stairwell?
did the moonlight cloak our hips or did the steam outline our shadows?
do you see the hopes I see or just avoid the air I breathe?

I spoke about you the other day.

I wondered what I would say

if our paths crossed some way. 



Would I tell you of success?

Of the mountains I ran

and the smiles I've shared,

how my back bends with the light,

every morning and night?



Or would I reveal 
how deeply I feel,

how I can crumble and crack

with the weight of our past?



How no other soul 
will fit into the mold

you've carved in my heart 

even while we're apart.



How the years will still pass, 

I'll kick and I'll cry,

I'll break and I'll fall, 

but only inside.

rolling hills and winding rivers
cooling clouds and calming winters
burning trees and falling embers

he knew he would win -
finding his catch,
he paused to reel her in.

a beautiful prize,
though on the inside
she was merely bones and sand.

thrown into the sea
she was let go.
set off to lure the next lonely soul
to set her free.

draw me out of your moleskine,
I'll come alive that way.
I can be the one you want,
if not then on the pages I will stay.

you can dress me how you like,
just make sure you use pen.
you see, there's nothing worse
than uncertainty in men.

thread me through your needle,
I'll be the one you call.
I can sew up all your wounds
if you break a seam or fall.

don't take the skill for granted,
there's not many as strong as me
that will let you bend and stretch,
allow you to feel free.

this is only for me,
the sense of relief
as you wrap around my knees.