We are watching the clouds
bandage an incarnadine sky,

we are practicing our best knots,
weaving an army of tourniquets,

we are slow-dancing
barefoot on the edge
of a razor.

We are watching
a demolition derby
in the driving rain,

the smell of motor oil
mixing with gasoline,

the hard melancholy
of dying machines.

We are waltzing from room to room,
smearing our names on the floor,

we are keeping time to slow music,
bleeding out behind closed doors.

you got the sky on your shoulders
do you want me to hold the
moon in one hand and
the stars in the other

we like dancing on heavy clouds
you use to play me the guitar
catching blue stars
the ones that burned for our souls
you came from another universe
another galaxy
I couldn't believe
you were with me
I wasn't enough
till this day
can you hear me play
can you hear me cry
something inside me weeps
turned blind
couldn't speak
there's a dead tree
only on the top
can you see green leaves

As I lay here I realize
this deafening silence
sounds just like you
And I laugh alone in the dark
because this is me saying
something melodramatic
to have an excuse to mention you
In the same way I have adopted
ending a sentence with your name
instead of using a period
Because you are the most
poignant ending I will ever know

I entrust my dreams to a silent hope
that they will someday find their place
in this, a past or future life
same smile on different face

I entrust my thoughts to travel time
to land where there is need
a sense of calm
a flash of joy
where nothing grows
a seed

I entrust my love to peer across
the synchronistic chain
to spy it's true immortal mate
hearts join like tears and rain

I entrust my soul to find a home
in this universal plan
lives re-written
searching for
the key to understand

Your voice is calling out to us,
it is the voice of the sea.
Let me drown like you, my friend,
they'll never be able to **** me.

Let us sing of foam and ashes,
let us shout and cry,
for we will never stop, we fools,
to loudly, proudly testify.

Let us shout the names
of all who refused to lie,
with all the breath we have,
with every wave, high, up, high!

There are days where I do not know
Anything but, "I love you, Lord."
And when it seems I can't bear it most,
I turn to you Oh, Lord.
I am not perfect.
I am a mess.
But I am complete.
In Christ the one who rescued me.