Lets read it line by line
to the stars, to the huge explosions
that distance makes small
Lets read every line
and forget the world, the universe
till all that matters is what resides
on the grass next to me
Lets read the words
till we understand every last sentence
and the stars are no longer able to occupy the sky
what a serene event it'll be, so
Lets read the stars above us
till time decides to stop for me
and you

Go to sleep
Dream a dream
A sweet soft dream
That touches reality
And leaves a huge impression
Dream a dream
Any kind of dream
One that makes you wake
Smiling like I know you can
Dream a dream
Or if you must, steal one of mine
For I have many
And they're all beautiful
Because you are my dream

A man of clear thought
And clean mind
Among a million stars
Adrift along beautiful landscapes
With a star in tow
And a backpack filled with dreams
Searching high and low
For the perfect picture
One where he can place his star
And rest his dreams

Upon waves of confusion
a bottle rides in
bounded and wrapped
with a tattered sleeve
dancing atop the white caps
and kissing anger good-bye

far from shore
maybe a month or so out
and apart for the text
written, sealed, and sent
neither can say it did something wrong

hurtful and unknown
the bottle rode the sea
letting the sleeve take the damage
ripped, shredded, and frayed
protecting the most dear

this bland bottle
though mean and unthoughtful
had a message
both a sentence and a feeling
to be unraveled by the owner
of this angel like cloth

small insignificant needles
unnoticed and unseen
by the numerous people
gathered in these square feet
happening again and again
these needles compile
stacking themselves
neatly in my pocket
plucking them from air
only comprehended
by me and your silent rejections

when the time has come
and enough needles
have been gathered
i aimlessly read the clock
and make my way
out of the place
parting myself from
the unknowing numerous people

driving home
struck between the wheel
and the sad words
created by the speakers
i begin the painful process
of letting the needles
jab my heart
each one confusing me more

arriving home
switching myself
from sitting to standing
i feel the needles sting
a pain
I'll feel till tomorrow

The tapping
and rapping
of which you believe to be rain
striking your glass
belongs not to nature
but of the rocks which
my hands hurl

Drowning in rain
and thoughts of you
driving me
placing me
a few feet below you
as you dream

the shouting of mine
is lost in the whirling,
whipping rain and thunder

pronouncing and proclaiming
true feelings
i somehow seem weightless
under the window
which i hope to glimpse your face

but... asleep you stay
comfortable under sheets and covers
with eyelids tightly sealed
dreaming away
white noise the only thing
your ears pick up

After hours of waiting
throwing and screaming
i quit
not wishing to awake the unwanted
i leave a simple note
tied round your mailbox
and let the rain
push my head farther into sorrow

walking away
not even comprehending
the fact
that the same rain that
drenches me and,
falls on your window
is blurring the ink
of which i confessed

truly and completely
i love you

watching the raindrops
splatter on my windshield
much like bugs do
when the weather outside
does not match my eyes

watching the windshield wipers
float the rain
off the glass, and on to the road
wishing i had my own
so my rain wouldn't fall
into my lap

watching the tears
and minutes old raindrops
soak into my jeans
and chill my skin to ice
so it matches your heart

watching knuckles turn white
as i grip the steering wheel
fighting the spot in my mind
that nudge
telling me to leave the tarmac
and seek my guardian angel

maybe just like the bright sun
stopped the rain
my angel will stop my tears