[Verse I:]
I cannot always tend to the love
I’m parched and faded on my own
chasing dreams I can’t get a hold of
crumbling through the journey of the unknown

I'm trying to get out of this hole;
To dig through the other side.
It's out of control, I know
Only thing keeping me strong is pride.

[Chorus:]
I hope love is smaller than this
to grow on its own
bloom in the shade
to be there when I am alone

I’m surrounded, ensnared
smothered from above
make me tiny enough
so I can fit in the love

[Verse II:]
The city is wired so tight, constantly on.
It’s charges weaving patterns I cannot see.
Somedays I fall, I’m nearly gone,
Unable to stay above the waves of electricity.

But the love, can it be wound,
It’s tick humming me to sleep.
Or is it's life so unkind
It would dare leave me incomplete

[Bridge:]
Is love set, ready to chime on command?
Does it sleep with the moon and wake with the sun?
Does is dance with the snow and smile with the bud?
Does it walk a long with death hand in hand?

[Verse III:]
And over time the love can ripen and blush,
and it's vines come peaking out my sleeves,
But until then, can I poke it deep down
into the earth in my chest and just leave.

To just take a sip and have it wake me up
would make me fear for what’s next to come,
But I would lick my lips, getting every drop,
For both of us to jump and succomb.

[Chorus:]
I hope love is smaller than this
to grow on its own
bloom in the shade
to be there when I am alone

I’m surrounded, ensnared
smothered from above
make me tiny enough
so I can fit in the love

There was a young lady in white,
Who looked out at the depths of the night;
But the birds of the air,
Filled her heart with despair,
And oppressed that young lady in white.

You know.
You know.
I love you.
I've loved you along.
I dream over you loving me.
I'll stop breathing.
So never let me go.
Hold on to me and never let me go.
Because I need.
To hear you say.
I love you.

My friend is an amazing poet!
You see, I never knew
Till recently when he showed me a piece
While we were out for a tea date that was way overdue

We used to talk about everything and anything
My friend and I, we have many things in common
We'll talk about Star Wars, music, movies,
TV shows, shoes
Even books from James Clemens

But we stopped hanging out a while back
Even though we still see each other daily
We hardly talked, we drifted apart
We were so busy but I did miss him greatly

One day I noticed that he had this vacant look in his eyes
And I knew that he must be troubled
For although he was smiling at everyone
I felt this urge to look out and catch him if he stumbled

So after bugging him for a gazillion time
That we needed to catch up
He finally agreed to go out for tea
Where we talked with no one to interrupt

We talked and talked like we used to
Time passed slowly as our cups of tea and cigarette butts cluttered the table
Then he showed me a poem he had written
Which left me speechless and looking at my new idol

Wow! He sure can write
His writing is so inspiring it touches the soul
I felt ashamed sitting next to someone such as he
Someone who could turn his words into gold

So I would like to thank him for sharing this part of his life with me
I know my poem can never be as good as his has been
But hopefully he'll find this pleasing
Thank You Ryn!!!!

My children will have a childhood.
I will make sure of it.
They will swim in ponds littered with Lilly pads
Dive down to muddy depths like fearless fish.
Sink tiny toes into slick black mud.
They will thrash strong tanned legs
Toward the gleaming surface above.
And **** deep breaths of country air.

They will slumber beneath the stars
To the sounds of bullfrogs and singing crickets
And the frenzy of flickering fairies of the night.
They will use glass wands of glitter
Just as a magician might
To hammer
All at once the warm dry earth
Sending grasshoppers springing
In startled unison-
Like magic
To escape the alien vibrations.

They will run barefoot through fields.
Drag behind them a ******* beast named
Ballou or Bear- or something like it.
He who leaps on four legs
And licks with pink tongue.

They will dance to songs
They do not understand.
And fashion forts from fallen brushwood.
They will swing from high up branches
Only climbers of trees can reach.

They will discover an island of trees
Some sweltering summer day
As they wade through waist high
Green grass that breathes along
With the erratic waving of the wind.
They will claim it as their own.
They will name it Sail Away or- something like it.
And ***** a flapping flag of dishtowel and twig.

They will pull from backpacks
Granola bars and beef jerky
And gulp water from their base camp.
And return only when it is too dark
And they are too weary
To embark on any more adventures.
My children will have a childhood.
They will have one because I did.