Christmas time is meant for retreating
back to the fleeting appeal
we find in the comfort of home

so much time spent so far away
help you find the right words to say
how much they matter
words not meant to flatter

you wish you could have stayed
if only for one more day
In order to hold off a moment longer
the feeling of homesick

last night i saw you walking away
back to that place
that i thought was sane
becoming more sane
day after day i thought it was you that i wanted
but its the commitment that's haunted
haunted like that house that we wanted so badly
the one i ran from madly
the one that terrified me from the inside out
i had to write it all out
fight it all out
and cry it all out
and then i was left with the thought of you

sometimes i lie awake
listening to the fast pace
of your heart beat through the sheets

so far you've traveled
oh the things you've seen
so why do you weep when you lay your eyes upon me?
i try to stand tall like the old oak tree
my heart lain open like the vast open sea
i could go on and on with this imagery
but still you weep as you sleep next to me...
your dreams i imagine are fill with wanderlust
no time to slow down
continue you must
but where weeping lion do you find the time
between here and there to slow down your mind
to let the warmth in and your heart begin
to match the pace of an others skin

Maybe I don't understand
the Laws of Physics or
Stellar evolution,
but I know that
your atoms are composed of stardust
Maybe this is why the life in your eyes
is illuminating everything like a carbon giant.

In astronomy they told us
that the darkest parts of space
often contain the most energy
And I thought you should know,
that just like the ancient galaxies inside of you,
your darkest parts still shine.

we don't talk about us much
but i wish we did
about the heart strings
so carelessly being
shot from
                  me to you
                                                you to her
                                                                                        her to him
so...where do we begin
to cut the ties
to bring focus to your eyes
to have only one string
running from
                   you
                                                 to me