You are the petals
to my rose
and the seams
to my clothes,
the everything nice
to my sugar and spice.
Without you I am
but half of a soul
aimlessly roaming,
a spoon with no bowl.
My darling, I must have you
right by my side
for life is a sight
but you are my eyes.
If I am a song,
then you are my notes-
if I am oatmeal,
then you are my oats.
I love you, sweet pea
you're the crackers to my cheese,
the bees to my knees,
the thank you to my please.
Most important of all,
you're the you to my me.

I miss you like the desert misses the rain
Dry and cracking underneath the sun
that we both share.

I miss you like an alcoholic misses a drink
cold and refreshing in that dive
where we first met.

I miss you like a cactus misses a hug
Prickly and worn with arms outstretched
waiting for you to come home

I am the last soul in the universe,
sailing a ship that will find no shore.
The souls that came after me are no longer,
as are the ones that came before.
The sea around me is a dark abyss,
and the island I seek, a star.
Here I am the loneliest soul in the cosmos,
dreaming I am watched from afar.
I built this ship of shadows,
and hoisted sails from fallen dreams.
I am the last captain of the stars,
praying darkness is more than it seems.

We awake to morning sounds
Of pavements washing down
Everyone's a trader
In this terracotta town

Wander through the winding streets
Drink in sights and sounds
A trader or an artist
In this terracotta town

Time to find a slice of shade
Siesta hour has come around
All is quiet, all is still
In this little tourist town

The waiters they are waiting
No-one wears a frown
Everybody holds a stake
In this their terracotta town

The fishermen are coming in
The sun is going down
We hold onto a painted pebble
To remind us of the peace we found