The very first time I opened my eyes,
I was blinded by sudden and brilliant light;
The sunlight beamed down from heaven above,
And pierced the corners of my blackest night.

The very first time I looked at the world,
I was 'nraptured by grass bladed green;
The depth of color amazéd me
And rejuvenated by what I had seen.

The very first time I gazed at the sky,
I was overwhelmed by the purity of blue;
The innocence of crystal clouds were sailing high
And birds soared in light brand new.

The very first time I glimpsed the sea,
I felt the size of a small grain of sand;
The endless reaches of water tricked with my mind,
And the crash of waves made it hard to stand.

The very first time I searched for the sunrise,
I watched the light spread across the sky;
The gradual unveiling of heaven's light,
It always feels just like the first time.

The smile you give is a disguise
Your small laugh is a lie
The words you say are from someone else
So that no one sees you cry.

I am not a Number,
     I am not a Name
I am neither Voice
     nor Face

I am not a Body,
     I am not a Force
I am not a Color
     and I am not a Noise.

I am not a Secret,
     I am not a Sight
I am not a Vision
     I am not Right.

I am not an Hour,
     I am not a Breath
I am not a Picture,
     I am not a Rest.

I am not a Whisper,
     I am not a Shout
I am not a Melody,
     I am not a Note.

But I am a Soul,
     I am a Spirit
I am a Word to the Wise
     Saying, I am Here.

Suitcases get tagged, prepare for jetlag
  As you mount the stairs to the plane
Four layovers on your way over
  You hope it doesn't drive you insane

Announcements vague as your house slips away
  Leaving for another country
You flew the globe and moved your home
  Five times before you were twenty

Now the transit stays just can't faze
  Your ******* travel attitude
You never feel sick with the seats you pick
  And adjust well to the altitude

But something inside nags and asks why
  You're always in constant motion
You wonder how it would feel now
  If you'd never crossed that ocean

You forget the feeling and just quit dealing
  With memories left behind
But the thoughts come back, you've got some packed
  In the luggage of your mind

No matter where I go today
A song flows through my head
It twists and turns, leaves and returns,
But stays, just as I said

It is a song of monotony
That changes into peace
The tune reprises, what I realize is
It’s a song that mirrors me

As I run along to my next class
The song picks up the pace
Inside my mind, it leaves behind
Of slowness every trace

I reach my seat and barely get
To sit before the bell
I look around, the song resounds
Of relief that I did so well

And as I walk back home today
The song is humming still
Satisfaction, pleased distraction
The song skips down the hill.

I looked and realized that my
Hands were shaking terribly
I never would have known if I
Had not been faking security

I didn’t know how I should start, but
There was nothing said
Words were simply lost on me, what
I wished I was loving instead

You were my only fear, and I
Hid the selfishness
I only wanted to run and hide
Ineffectiveness

Maybe there was something more, that
I had never thought
Perhaps I had come too soon, at
The conclusion it was rot.

Fire and ice compete within 
Slowly melting my soul
Flames and freezing rain fall in
Trying to break my whole

This flare that I used to ignite
Has backfired in my face
And now the only respite I find
Is in ice's cold embrace. 

The embers that I used to burn
Were fuel enough to fly
They took me to places never seen
Instead of burning down my sky

I shiver and shake, racked with hate
And fear and love contending
Desire hot as fire, not
Any respite sending

In one calm moment, looking up
And falling to my knees
I see that I was not alone
Just consumed with me.

He walks this way, the Weatherman
Bringing me lovely sunshine 
The earth his road, the sky his home, 
He brings these emotions mine. 

He saunters past, the Weatherman
Leaving me dusty and dry
I languish in the choking heat
As he brings this desire by. 

Though I call the Weatherman
He will not hear my cries
Wind from the north and westward
My damp eyes slowly dries. 

But suddenly, the Weatherman,
With hands ice cold and sharp
Reaches through the falling snow
And freezing, touches my heart.

As only the Weatherman can do,
He brings the solemn rain
But I find they are connected somehow
The sky and the inner pain.

I will always be too deep to see
Too strong to be contained
My soul will always soar above
Where all others feel restrained.

I will never see the shores of reality
I may never feel a calm breeze
I can never be the shallow breath
That mortals like to breathe.