the long road may be far
out of reach
but I count my blessings
a guide home

the setting skies
fall below
but the courage he gives
helps me live

i'm thankful for life
the mystery as it is
chasing dreams
being teenagers in the dark

home may be out of reach
yet in my heart
the miles are no matter
from point a to point b

we held onto dreams
wider than the Milkyway
dancing under the pouring rain
wishing dandelion buds
into a one-way to center stage

we stayed up past daybreak
conquering our fears
shaping them to laughter
timeless to the melody of
Our wild hearts

I was born a poet
forever-be
before I realized
I was sneaking behind
plastered brick walls
at recess bells
transforming the world
into words
spilling ink pens dry
I was born a poet
I embraced beauty,
enfolded magic,
encased the man on the moon,
tracing bare sentences
amidst pure wonder
until their final moments
till they cried
the truths of neverland
upon the immense star clusters
I am a poet

Where waves broke
pounding on the shoreline
where salt and foam fled
crashing into rigid stones
Clear blue waters
dark as charcoal moonlight
hammering in hurricanes
Racing with the constellations
to a place of stardust
Where she found
her home in the twilight

She was
footprints traced in sandy waters
sunflower fields
bloomed in thorns
thunderstorms swept
in salty air
Her spirit twinkled
of northern lights
flirting with a million acres
of honeydew blossoms
She was
the magic
that he adored

Under the streetlights
on the corner of 11th
autumn turned into showers
your pupils reflected
seasons becoming racing beats
hours stumbling out of reach