To worship the beauty
and all that's good
splendor
of delicate
electricity
and wonders
of sparkling
oceans

depths of constant
survey
and vibrations
of the higher,
for all this
that consciousness
of the
fruitful

ascend into new
plains
where the
metaphysical
is all there is
a beautiful understanding
and embracing
of your control
over reality

bring forth your new era,
one of abundance
and success
let this grace guide you
a delicate bridle
of truth

vacation
out of sight, out of my mind
when i return after a week off
and i enter the hospital where i work
i say oh yeah, this

If only I could collect the rain,
Put it in a jar
And take it to God.

Then I would say,
Here, I found your tears,
They made the soil breath.


-- Eleanor

Here’s to the feelings that flow
through my veins,

here’s to the love whose trip
was a lot of pain,

here’s to the days
where I am in vain,

and here’s to your heart
that I cant seem to obtain.

It's the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.