The innocent child
Wide eyes stare into a world
So beautifully unknown

He hides you from the world
and guides you by the hand
He speaks to you in softness
as you forget everything
outside his house near the river

We have our special crawlspace,
where the world forgets where we are
He smiles gently as you speak
without even thinking.

With your soul in the palm of his hand
he shows you to the water
the evening sun highlights your faces,
his skin glows in the light like honey
As the faded winter sun smiles upon
the young rosebuds waiting to bloom
In the springtime.

When the old man of the night
Dwindles into newborn dawn,
The conjoined soul feels a sigh
When the river must be crossed.
As he, still guiding your hand,
Navigating your soul
kisses you goodnight.
With a reluctant wave,
You watch him disappear;
Engulfed by the mists
On the other side of the river

New snow scattered
upon this old, tired street
We start the cycle again.
New hope planted
into the still, frozen ground
We wait.
Perhaps come springtime,
like the exception to a truth,
sprouting between
receding islands of snow,
its flower may bloom again.

Superhero man
Defier of all odds
The world’s a symphony
A guitar chord
A melody
Everything is song

Buried away for all the years
Slowly, surely unearthing
Through the cracks
I see a familiar face
yet worn from the world

Sobered by truth
Flattened by reality
But in there somewhere lies
a glimpse of optimistic youth
That shines through
within every note

Music man, impossible man
Laughing in the face of
probability

You smile at me
and somehow the world is serene
Somehow
the world forgets the debts I’ve left unpaid
Reality finds patience as he waits by the door
(Though I can only faintly hear the rapid knocking)
But he can wait for now
He doesn't know the light of your glow
Blind by his piercing, judging eyes
Oh, if only he could see

There’s an angel smiling at me.

Fire is only as warm
As chilling is the air around
Water is only as quenching
as dry is the tongue it falls upon.
Those who savor every morsel
And beg for every bite upon their knees
One can only taste the sugars of nectar
When you **** the flower dry
Of every sweet, salvaged drop

Those of us who release the stiches binding our lips
And taste the first rush of crisp, cool air against our tongues
Once the first note breaks, the sound that permeates the air
stuns us.
The liberated cry bursting from our lips
feeling so foreign to our muted tongues
Forces us to pause
And listen…
The familiar buzz of silence is all amongst us
and it isn’t too long before we realize
That our ancient silence has been broken
And the grey air once again is filled with
the aura that beams
The glow that brightens the world
When you sing until your lungs bleed
about how you feel