standing amongst the crowd
so often
so stuck
she dreams of the escape
away
and there she goes
with her roots she runs
alas
from those with which she has yet to grow
hollow in soul
she listens to her mother's song
psithurism  
enchanting in the essence
that fear exists solely in the mind
for the soul can conquer the thought
and so she runs
hear you me
down by the river
she pauses
and she can not hear the song any longer
silence surrounding
she follows the river flow
to the west
she walks now
and there is a sense of warmth
where the skies meet the waters
she rests
within this world of setting suns
idle in simplistic measures
of life
itself

And Plato speaks so loud as to grasp the attention of the crowded room and begins to call attention to the meaning of the word,

love
so simple
the spelling of four letters
that flow so smoothly off the lips
soon to be cursed with the touch
the kiss
that numbs the being
of the half
that i am
and i question who it is i am when i am
with you
the pursuit of wholeness
Plato speaks to me
"he whom loves touches not walks in darkness"
for i think i see the light there in the eye
of you
the beholder
and so deep within i look
to see fire
only to watch trees burning all around me
as nature falls
i fall more in love with you
...so i think that i am...
that i can clearly see
a tree still stands there amidst the garden
where two lovers sit and speak of fascinations
machinations of the creature there does taint the taste..the lust..
for eros whispers in my ear to trust the words that Plato speaks to me
cheers to the lovers!
but what about the lost?
lost in love
for the subconscious
does not speak so loudly
to proclaim
the deepened truths
of love
what is
the meaning? The philosopher's tongue
a language
that makes us lose our very minds
because one half of the brain can not function without the other
like the heart does beat..one sound..and the other
in perfect harmony
together in symphony
the sound
where one can not be complete without the other
for love without the other is simply more than just a verb

and Plato raises his glass
for a toast..to
“Love
is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature."

trains are often silent
i think about this,
as I keep walking from car to car
between the little doors
that serve as purpose of connection
to find an empty seat
that i do
until a girl does come along
to claim the bag in the seat there beside me
silence
in a space shared
where the scent of sour skittles
is my focus
as the mechanics of this machine
so connected
yet divided
and claims DaVinci
in this book I read
"the paradise of mathematics"
in which he found and made his own
a discovery worth the while

and so music breaks the silence
as i sit to contemplate the scenic route
all to myself
unable to avoid the mystery of thought
to my left
to stay?
i ponder where to after the destination
i do not desire
rather i sit
alongside my imagination
to picture the journey
rather
and i look out this window
to see them waving
to think if only i caught this image of paradise
as the train keeps on
i picture where it is
i am going

i'm so gone

Some say that falling in love can have similar neurological effects to that of *******. This “drug” does not only affect the depths of the heart’s desire, but the complexity of the mind as well. Love is more than just a feeling, and so when the feeling does exist, it  becomes a power, and this power can overcome almost anything. Love though, may not always lead to a happy ending; in fact, its power may lead one unto the path of heartache. Mahatma Gandhi once said, “Love is the strongest force the world possesses and yet it is the humblest imaginable.”

a faded blue
when the sun sets
west over
there by the bridge in the back
round of the photograph
i framed long ago
burned in a fire
of rage and fury
ash -
like dust in the wind-
and the blue does fade into black
to only prove that darkness will return again

i count the stars above me now
in the midst of silence
my thoughts are countless
drowning out the washing in of waves
and there i close my eyes beside the beach
i photographed
a moment when the summer wind did blow
the calm onto the shores
where chaos had no chance
because of my serenity
oh what a time

and so my memory does fade
like the blues
where day does turn to night
i fear the dark
for i have yet to dream
of that perfect blue
i photographed with you-
a sky that i could only pray
to dream about
and fall.
...
asleep

i fade away

for i witnessed this death myself-and it brought my soul to life
“My painting is dead” he spoke
in all but falling to his very death
in hopes that the hour ends
painting beauty from such pain
where i see a man there up above  
as i do walk these floors beneath the ceiling
footprints soon shall walk the earth-the first time
she comes from rock-his expertise-forte
there in the sculptor's work
see what’s hidden
so study closer
only to the very genius of the painter
seemingly complete
and the story comes to life
like words on a page
whose creations escape surface
by a sculptor
a miracle complete
when the very eyes of Julius did witness
and i marvel at the moment there it time
? i wonder
what do they think of this
yet filled with existence-abundant
the room so silent-so still
holy, holy, holy, lord
the heart that fills with spirit
and so grasps the divine of depth within
the hands feel more than simply flesh
i see in clarity
the first time
of man
whose hand does touch the hand
so loudly to proclaim the word of God
with more than vibrant hues and tones
the craftsman there at work he spoke

spoke he
“I am not a painter”

a time
when i sat in a garden
observing the significance of the flower
the being of beauty
in simplistic of terms
no terms in actuality
for what was the purpose of the dictionary
i made up words on my own
that only i could hear
as i sat alone in the garden
my elementary playground
full of flowers
like me
a time of reality
for my elementary mind
shaped by the elementary lessons
my insides had twisted and turned
tangled like a vine
that cling upon the park bench
i do there sit upon
with wonder and new found questions
that i ponder as of now
a flower
resting delicate in the palm
silent
and i promise myself that i will too, become so vibrant
to paint the world a garden
with words
a time where i sat on a bench alone and all but lonesome
with the many voices there surrounding me
i named my voice an outlier among the numbers
for the picture i did paint was not that of people
but of flowers
and there i sat among them  
a mind all  but elementary

the woke up in a world
fixated within each other's eyes
soul full tears
falling-each one to the earth
at an instant-sprirts emerging from the core
became an orphic jungle
and so they spoke imagination
became a single leaf-leaves of life
upon the trees
most soulfully speaking-hymns
and so they walked the path-creation

when solving for x:

the answer is absent in the question
therefore...
the process becomes a complication
do not fear the complication...
for x is the factor
of life
the unknown...
substance of the questions
that trigger the brain
a mental illusion of matter
of what matters
of what must matter to answer the mark of mystery
if x can not be found
do not disregard the possibility
for what is lost shall be found once again
completeness
in defining the solution
the circle
in perfect circumference
unlike the others
for what goes around does come around
to meet
at one point  
pure significance
without any points at all
for edges do not exist
yet the points are clearly stated
3 specific
for the angles represent a connection
of truth
so complicated in occasion
like that of the alchemist
the fire the air the water and the earth
transform geometry into geography
views
from another angle
look beyond the numbers

now solve for x:

i drove 154 miles this week.
It's April and the rain seems to be depicting my sensations.
i think it to be crazy to feel so alone in a world full of people.
Billions.
Maybe I am crazy.

I may have met them all, but I have known no one
except for the conscience of myself
a friendly foe.
because the truth is:
we are prisoners of our own minds.

and i am locked behind bars in the mindset of my own
attempting to escape the walls
i reach through into the reality and grasp the key
between my fingers
cold
i have the power
in my fingers i hold it to tightly
only to loosen the grip and let it go

they fall to the floor
i fall to the floor

A single person rarely asks me how my day is going,
for the image of which the strangers look is far too peculiar
weird
strange
and simply not worth the waste of breath.
A human being may take around 25,000 breaths per day
without even a slight consideration in the energy inside
and instead the energy around them
kinetic in communication
yet abstracted in my own perception
through the rearview
of the car
of which I drive
the miles
154 this very week
the infamous streets of the city
so sullen
yet so brilliant
illuminated

so i drive
and do not speak a word
besides "hello" in the beginning
and "have a nice day"
in the end
because these people I shall never meet again
a nice day
one with laughter I hope
so much for these people

and I hope that they will see the world
and learn so much about so much
about themselves
like I have
and have not

the wisest man i met was on the subway
around 4 am
i took this time for myself
and took a trip to the underworld
because sometimes the world's most incredible treasures and truths are the ones we can't see
intangible

like a song
so many yet to discover
to create
let me tell you about my favorite

I started gauging my drives in the number of songs rather than the number of miles

his heart
wasn't like the others
it didn't just beat in sync with anyone
because he had never truly been in love,

and so the many maidens, so beautiful, believed to convince him
of their love
for the boy
and for his heart

until the night came for each of them
so beautiful, the maidens
and so he sat and spoke
"do look into my heart, and tell me what you see, for I am unsure of what fate my feelings confess"
So each of the girls had looked into his heart.

The first had looked upon the surface, for her love was weak
and all she saw was the face of the boy
walking hand in hand with another whose face was shaded
hidden and unable to discover.
"I see nothing" she said,
and with this the boy knew his heart did not beat for her.

The next did look deep into the heart,
for her passion for the the boy did exist
and she had only hoped for the relief of his love for her
so deep into his heart she cast her eyes
only to find him holding in his arms
someone other than herself
the portrait blurry
and so she knew now that this love she must let go
a fiction
because she does not have the heart for which he craves

the rest of them had looked even deeper, and all saw similar images
of the boy and the mystery of persona. Of a girl.

And so the boy felt discouraged. His heart grew tired of the analysis, and the abundance of hope had diminished to mere existence. Despair had begun to cry upon his shoulder, and so he turned to the one who never failed him. He believed that she, in fact, could help him and his heart.

This one.
She had seen his heartbreak over and over, for the times he forced himself to fall in love with the past, this one would watch him fall to fall with him herself. She cared for him like no one else, and he was ever grateful for someone like this. She promised to assist him in searching for the mystery, and so after seeing how close to giving up the boy was, she thought about looking into his heart for herself. There must be something the others may have missed.
"Please look" he said, "Tell me who it is my very heart does let me live for. You must tell me of the girl I do love. Her face I must know."

And so the girl's eyes made contact with the core of his heart
his soul desire
and at the initial glimpse she saw

nothing like the others...
not the boy, nor the shadowed figure of another girl

but a face
in clear description

she looked into the heart of the boy whom she had loved forever
into the mirror of fate
the reason his heart now beat in sync
with hers
at that very moment
of fate's own reflection

the boy felt his heart beat in perfect rhythm
of love

there's this feeling that i have
tangled to explain
deep but not in depth enough
to be hidden
and so it keeps me up
eyes open and awake
in day

but in night
the feeling is more awake
like the stars
consume my mind
my wonder
why
must the feeling be
so real
and awake
Heaven let me sleep
let the feeling doze i beg!

and when it starts to rain
i can not help but feel the rain
for the tears
are all the words i can not say
in a letter nor a song
because i'd only play it over and over
and over in my head
for you
and here i lay awake.

until the clocks
the hands do take me
into a rest
and so i pray for the silence
of my thoughts
and dreams to soothe the feeling

so i close my eyes
to dream
i'm saved ! i'm saved !
goodbye my love
for i am saved !
until the feeling
shakes me in abrupt
i keep my eyes closed
so tight
for i fear the sight of fire
that ignites the feeling
let it sleep !
please God let it sleep !
I tremble
with chills for the dream is spiked with poison
the curse of emotion
it wakes me up

and now it's day

1945
trumpets sang a triumphant song
that echoed throughout the city
and these lights,
these lights i tell you,
a tear.
looked up
around
the motions slow
i placed my hand upon
the white fur coat
he bought for me one day
one day ago
and felt the warmth
of my beating heart
that beats for him
my love
who i run to
into the open arms
of a man who lifts me up
and all stop to stare
at a moment
the scene so slow
as to stop the time of pain
and with this all stop to stare
at the lights
that shone down upon the two
whose love lit up the city
to set ablaze
such a song did play
at this very moment
in 1945

once upon a time...

fifty stars
did shine so luminous
with enlightenment
and red signaled the stop
to violence and oppression
blue waters led to a land
of the free
where white pages
fill with colors to shape our history

but those pages
are being burned
and many the stars
now invisible
complete darkness swallows society's entire existence
no longer indivisible
no longer standing

the question:
what is liberty and justice for all
without liberty and justice for America?

don't let this be
The End.

for The United.

the song is over
and i think within the silence
what would the world be without music...

silence
becomes too loud
with the absence of a melody
so let's make it ourselves
play the world a song
of yourself
for within the silent man
exists a genius mind
pure in passion
he plays
to break the silence
to mend the world

so we sing in chorus
"we are the world"
and so we are

silence is such a sound
in a place where thoughts make music
time stops
measured solely by the skips
the heart knows it all to well

first song.
ocean drive
as the waves echo within the night
call witness on the stars
because they know it all to well

silence.

next song.

the beat collides with the waves
and so becomes a melody
rhapsodic in the tides
escaping shores
unsure of where my thoughts have drifted to
where next?
i fear the silence
until
i forget about the sound
and remember the music

it's just another interlude.

next song.

Peace
Rather live in it
For you may not rest while you're awake
So wake up and
Love
Rather live in it
For the clock may sound
And you fall only to be caught by the past
A very critical
Time
Rather live in it
For managing the minutes
Strips power from the moment
So quickly can it
Change
Rather be it
For you can see with the eyes
But look deep within the heart
The answers
Come from the Soul
Rather feed it
Do not starve the prisoner for he will not acknowledge hunger
And when his mind sets the table for the sinner
Take the seat away and let him
Wonder
Rather live in it
The mystery is the beauty in the madness
Rather embrace it
For fear is merely
A figure of imagination
Rather
Bring it all to life

Tomorrow.
A possibility disguised as a simple guarantee.
There is nothing promised for the future
For the next moment is a mystery
And so we are so focussed
About who it is we want to be
Tomorrow
Instead of who we are
Today.


Seven
Days it took to create such a world
Enigmatic
Yet written step by step in clear pronunciation
Wonders
And so there are so wonderful
However
I have discovered wonders of my own
My own world
I have created
And so to you i say


Create yourself
Fearless of the night
Embrace the silence of the stars
Become one with one
However
Connect your piece of mind
With another
A stranger
Shakes the hand for peace
Becomes a friend
Brings adventure
Enlightens the depths within the soul


Love is but a verb
So use it as a noun
Question it
With caution
For it’s fragile
Keep it safe


Wake up the sun before it wakes you first
Time is of the essence
So they say
And one moment you may realize
That time too must transcend
But the mystery exists
So ignore the realization
Of where and when tomorrow
And live for here and now


Live for you today.




Wise people speak wise words.
Your words are your message.
Here is a message for you.


The Dalai Lama, when asked what surprised him most about humanity, answered


"Man.... Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money.
Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health.
And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present;
the result being that he does not live in the present or the future;
he lives as if he is never going to die,
and then dies having never really lived."


Live today.

Outside she began to think...
Slowly consumed with a vivid wonder illuminating the depths within the soul
So came to be the external world-
The multitude of notions
And so it was unique in such a sense as to fear from the very reality of imagination.
Thinking to turn back to the place of where had figured she belonged. So came the path-
Present there before her.
So came the way of the less traveled. So came the road taken by the music maker .
And there she walked,
Acoustically chanted by beauty's own
Mystery.
Enigmatic.
And there she went
Feeling everything but lost.
She wandered.
Knowing nothing but knowing
It all.
For the mind leads her on a journey.
Where will it take her?
Outside we begin to think...

it's incredible,
the moment you feel completely who you are when you're with someone else. They way they make you forget about the rest of the world. Like nothing matters except right now because you've never felt more alive. And you love it because you know now that you're alive. It make take a while to realize it, but the feeling lets you know. and when you have that feeling, be ever so grateful for that moment. It's perfection in an instant and so it will stay with you forever.

think of a place so dark
as to forget the look of light
where love is lacking
buried in the shadows
and so you're cold
as to shiver
from the fear
of a distant escape
tends escaping your very mind
loosing it
in an instant

until...

until a flower grows
the color of life
transparency no longer
hiding in the dark
a savior
for you're saved
by a beauty so natural
yet so powerful
and the earth warms the soul
once again

the moon watched the sun rise every morning
for all he wishes
is for a moment
to be so close to her
as to sense her very self
for as selfless as the moon
the sun shines for them
lighting up a world so selfish
he watches the sun so close
yet so far away
and wonders what shall happen if he moves
among the stars
and into the path of light
a beaming oh so fond of
such a miracle
and so she sees him nearing
and stops to think
that this is it
for love is but a verb
for irresistible
it becomes
between one and another
for the story ends
where love begins
for the moon and sun
one love
forever

everything
has a soul
like this tree
has a soul
and so it lives
like us
but not at all
for the centric definition
exists in parallel
to an idea of something far greater
and much deeper
where the soul succeeds
that of the outer most impressions
of a human being
for we may look at the tree
and know of its purpose
as its soul
it exists
in this world
where we
however
use our souls to guide us
on a destined path
where purpose is the destination

i walk onto the waters
for impossibility is a word
used by those in fear
of failure
and for them i rise above the clouds
and fly
for their fear of falling
is my freedom
exhilarated
by the rush
of the moment
and so i appear
in a dream
where one is standing
at the edge of tomorrow
and the only way to get there
is to conquer the waters
or the skies
however
this is one who fears
because of what they say
so i take the hand
of one
to show what it's like
to defeat reality

Poetic justice
He put it in a song
And so he wrote the words
Created visionary substance
in an apothecary instance
Where the world went numb
And all life had failed to believe
The fact of the flowers
For the light had hid in shadow
Until the song came on
And justice had begun

-k.m

may she always hear the waves
rock and roll her soul to sleep
as she dreams
of home so close
to the heart of one so rhythmic
may she always feel the warmth
of the sun
kissed by something so familiar
never let her go
but now shall set her free
#401 #904
-k.m

clocks
falling from the sky
and hear i stand
watching them fall
there from up above
down below
my feet
i watch the time beneath me
but time
however
is false truth
for
in which exists within
one's figurative vision of
reality
nothing is real
in a world where time exists
and clocks so fall so close
to the heart that beats
to the rhythm
of the one who made the world
made the people
made the clocks
tell time
can you here it?

the child sings a song to the sea whom the child loves beyond measures existent only in context for the world may never know the power from which a seaborne holds within the depths of the child's soul.

"you make it oh so easy
                                easy to love you
                                                      you put me in this ocean
                                                                ­                        ocean state of mind
where everything makes sense
                                             sense that only children know
                                                                ­                        know the sea so well
and so i am                                                               ­                                     and  
        so am i
                    i feel at home with you
                                                      you make it oh so easy
                                                            ­                          easy to live in a dream
                                                           ­                                                       dreams that
       are without an ending time                                  
                          ­                      time is but a figure
                                                                ­       figure of speech
                                                                ­                   of imagination
and so i am                                                               ­                                     and
        so am i
                   i roll the tide and take it
                                                             with me
wherever i may go
                                                             with you
                                                             ­         you are my home"

seaborne the child sings this song and if you listen closely you can hear them hum among the waves where the music plays and the children dance in praise of the world they belong.

picture you're life-
our life-
you and me together-
we're driving over that bridge--
right there.
(points to the left)
and we roll down all the windows
and im playing my guitar-
so loud---
that the ocean freezes over,
just to hear you sing-
to the music.
because you're voice,,
it tells a story.
the story of us.
the one we'll write.
an original.
sing it loud baby girl,
sing it loud

Dear California,

i have thought about you
often
restless in my mind
like the waves
upon you're shores
the pacific coast
a pacifist in love
with your sunsets
an image rhapsodic
a canvas of serenity

Dearest California,

i do think about him
always
restless in my mind
like the way we drive
to the beat
of the music
feelings fixated
by the bond between our
souls
and so we look at the stars
reminiscent
a catalyst of eunoia
i pray

My Dearest California,

i give to you
the one
who showed me
the power
of love
for this love he will share with you
and so i ask
to gift yourself to him
for one day soon
you shall see him look at the stars
which light up the darkest
of your lands
a sight i share with you

California,

you must see
here
that he has then discovered
a love
for you
and so
at this very moment
he will begin to dream
of wonders
with you,

His Dearest California.

many the
miles
i'd surely walk to you
for the day you board
the plane to a place
where you shall dream
another dream
without me
in mind
i'll think of you
and so i think of you
and close my eyes
only to have them opened
to the most wonderful sight
existent as a memory
one i treasure oh so fondly
for i love you
and i'll love you
and the miles?
you may wonder
what the future holds
along the journey
wonderful things
and so i have thought
and so i am sure
that
love-
my love,
is infinite

The world
in ruins
My heart
in pieces
The people
Fearful
The feeling
Dreadful
Lost in fear
Fear of lost
Causes
And effects
Where destruction
Leaves the world
In hope
But not I
For I heard the cries
And so I gave the world
The pieces
Of something once so pure
As I kissed it goodbye
Away I went
And on my way
I saw it come together
United
In a heartbeat
I felt it once again
For the world
Holds my heart
Forever
And away I went

she told us of her conversations
With all the stars
And constellations
how they taught her how to dance
And so
She showed them how to sing
Soundless however
So marvelous
And with the moon they pray
For a place so perfect
And for the girl
Who dances through the streets
To the music only she can hear

a hit
of stimulation
where waves crash on the shore
a paradoxical vacation
music
opens the door

it took us to another world
a place so paraellel
that only music makers know
it's our story to tell
a universe where it is found-
the reason for it all
and so we hear
the music
and into the world we fall
all of the lights
they dance to what
we hear not in our heads
but there it lies deep in our soul
waves all but never dead
we live not in time and space
but in the moment now
and some might ask us questions
as to ponder how

for we're the music makers
it's you who must realize
that the place that calls your name
is where waves will never die

on a sunday afternoon
a baby girl was born
and so life had begun
for a seldom creature
God's miracle
stepped into a place
where her very presence
would change the world forever

they felt it after 3 years
something was different
a girl
of such immaculate beauty
remained from speaking a word
and so they gave her time
to come into her own

but time passed on
and the girl never spoke a word
no one could figure why
there were doctors
there were tests
there were places
to go
but nothing seemed to awaken the silence

people watched her
as she wrote
in her very own
a book
full of secrets
to an identity
so fragile
not even a fire
nor a flood
could destroy such an image
of perfection
and with this
she held it close


the girl
was truly mesmerizing
strangers stared
and when they attempted to speak to her
a smile was the only answer
for the mystery of awe
seemed to disguise itself '
in the body of an angel

until one day

on a sunday afternoon
a boy was born
and a girl looked down
into her very arms
and whispered quietly into the ear
of her son

"maktub"
she said

I shot the boy
whose name i did not know

I looked down
Into the streets
Where peace had once resided
Now torn at the seams
And scarred with the essence of evil

People hide in fear
As their world crumbles
Crashing down before their eyes
Exactly as it seems
And so i closed my eyes

i shot the boy
Whose name i did not know

the summer wind
whispered
her name
as if to set her free
one with the oceanic hymns
a scenic route to paradise
and so she went
away with
the summer wind

we wait in apprehension
victims consternation
of a futuristic image
where love is lost
in the darkness
because the sun no longer shines
down upon the sinners
who fail to shoot the moon
and so we shoot our brothers
without consideration
a evil sense of admiration
we fall
into a world
a beautiful disease
where peace is the cure
that truly can not be found

i wrote u a song
where the beat is like the heart
and the rhythm rolls like the waves
so listen close,
darling,
i sing to you

as darkness coats the sky
and the sun falls
slowly
sweetly
into the parralel of dreams
he kisses the world goodnight
and so he rests
in serenity
chaos oh so calm
a soundless portrait of perfection

i am awake.

ignited by the sense of adventure
my thoughts wrestle within the depth of my mind
emotions shake my soul
and so I go
out into the world
where the dark becomes my oasis
where i am alive
within the night

but not you.

sleeping through time
for you're unaware of what you're missing
the wonder of the night
you fail to explore
the beauty behind the madness

i am alive.

i count the stars
as i conquer the unthinkable
i dance through blackened streets
and if it starts to rain
i laugh
and i dance in the rain
because the night
is where it all began.

i am the night.

i look to you
in times of struggle
of weakness
and despair
i loved you then
i love you now
i'll love you when and where

there comes a point of heartache
when everything seems right
it happens for a reason
even if its not in sight

the future is a mystery
and of this i've learned from you
for the years behind and those to come
it is you who i turn to

one day
time will tell the universe
and so the stars will listen too
and they will tell the world
as we look up in the darkest of skies
where the stars shine brightest
we will know

listen close my love,
before i fall asleep

here, tonight,
in the comfort of your arms,
you should know

i can't go back
to how i used to be
an innocence of love
of truth
deeper than i could imagine
a miraculous world
that only our ardor could comprehend

so i ask you this,
here, tonight
please don't break my heart
for only you could ever fix it.

until next time,
goodnight my love

i confess to you,
my love,
what i have come to see
and truly see
of the world
because with you it's like a dream
a paradise
ecstasy
with you i know it must be true
that the universe met me
when i met you

i confess,
my love,
that i waste half my nights in agony
his arms can not allow me to fall
deep within
and dream
for you are my dream
because my heart longs for you
for your eyes
your lips
hand holding mine
i wish to see the world
with you

i confess,
my love,
that it makes sense
all of it
for you've come for me
so come with me
life for me
love for me
because everything happens for a reason
and my reason is you

i met her in the spring
the feeling of
home sweet home
like the sweetest smile
for which she revealed
for me
i felt
with my mistress
no longer lost
but found
like a peaceful dream
she led me on a road
to somewhere
but assured me, yes in fact she did,
that it would lead me back to her
so i walked on
with Georgia on my mind

angels
sent from up above
woke her up
took her hand
and asked her what it was she hoped to discover
"turn your magic on"
she said
and so they went
on the adventure of a lifetime

"look at the stars"
the angels whispered to her
"look how they shine for you"
so she looked and reached up
a handful of stars
she lit up the world

and there awoke the sea
nature's own
the hills
they sang to her and so she danced
she loved  it all
the sense of belonging

stuck in reverse
the angels told her
it was time to go
and the tears streamed down her face
"lights will guide you home"
spoke the angels
"put your wings on me"
said the girl
and so they did
and so they went

leaving all of it behind
the girl let go of the stars
darkness now instilled in silence
a head full of dreams
now full of despair

the angels brought her home
to where she belonged
"goodnight"
the angels whispered
and so she slept
and dreamed
of paradise

I never thought  
I could love You
More than I love
The stars
The sound of the ocean
Conversing deep within the soul of the world
I found it to be true
The stars shining brighter than ever before
Like they wanted us to see them
And wonder,
"What if"
Along the bay
Rocks walked all over
By adventurers
The realists

And You held the flashlight
So I followed You
Into the dark
Timeless
You asked me to write about us
How I fell in love with You
How I fell in love with the moment

And here it is