I put my love in the letters I sent you.
The words, they are not shallow.
But, just don't look too deep into them
For you might drown.

Don’t try to read between the lines
For you may get trapped
Stuck between the metaphors
Dancing in those threads

Look at them  
But look passionately
With those big, starry eyes
Look at them
And know, they are the windows to my heart.

Look at them
And reach for the stars.
The sky lit up
I’ll be smiling and all.
Lonely the night will get,
The letters will be on guard.

Keep those letters forever,
And know, they are the windows to my heart.

~

Soft on the window
The curtain a’ flowing
Ripples of hope
Ever slow with the breeze

Movements of joy
As I pause for a moment
Pondering thoughts
Of my yesterday dreams

The carpet it calls me
To patterns of spring
Twisting and turning
Of times often shared

Following visions of
Sweet life endeavors
Knowing the secrets
Of love fill the air

Silently waiting
My eyes find the wisdom
Locked up inside
Till the time it did come

So many years did my
Teardrops so glisten
Reflecting scenes
Of a bright morning sun

Fancy the smile
That does harness emotions
Calm is the breath
That does sing a sweet song

Mind over matter
Of thought out diversions
Lost were my dreams
Until you came along

Yesterday waits
For the new day a’ starting
Finding the truth
Does not stand far away

Reasons before
Do not matter that often
Only decisions
Arisen this day

Here comes the sun
As a new day is dawning
Opened so wide
Now my eyes view the scene

Dreams of the past
Do now come everlasting
For you are the girl
Of my yesterday dreams

Is anybody out there
Is anybody home?
Is anybody out there
Is anybody home?

The lights are shinning in my eyes
I can't see a thing,
the silence is
so deafening,
I can sing,
I can dance,
but
My words are falling
into dust and ash,
Is there anybody
out there?
Is there anybody
home?

I know there are
so many times
I know I need to
be alone.
I can hear my
voice a whispering
I can hear my songs
being sung
into this empty silence
even before I have
begun.

A satellite without a planet
a planet without a sun
a motherless child at the park
without a room to call
her own,
a life without a tomb,
Is there anybody
out there?
Is there anybody
home?

A heart without
a lover,
empty pages
without a story
time with no beginning
time without an end.

A freeway with no exit,
a ticket without a destination
a sunrise without a plan,
soaring with no place to land.

It's hard to be a god
in this universe alone
and all your creations
have taken the first bus home,
as the house lights fade
and
the last intermission is done
and
no one is listening
and
no one is home.