You somehow capture me in my essence,
revealing a beauty so profound
that I can't quite believe what I see
before me now. There is a sky above us;
filthy, full of words and phrases
which are unable to be formed
when I see you, walking, looking off
into the world with narrowed eyes
and the ignorance of how my eyes change
when I see you. Your face removes any analytics
which before dominated my mind and instead,
I stand dumb before you. I am unable to recall
your face for all of the power
it holds over me. I find myself
standing on the edge of us, ready to jump,
because I know that I will be able to fly
if you stand on the edge next to me.
Despite the despondency within me, I grow
stronger every time I see your deepening green
flitting across my eyes in the night,
every time we share a short second of eye contact.

Piece by guarded piece,
My heart that had been tethered
And tossed into the depths of the tides,
Ascended to the surface
And joined yours to watch the moonlight.

The warmth of your touch,
And the soothing sound of your beating heart
Claimed me.

Every smile that graced your lips
And each time you tenderly took my hand,
You unlocked something buried.

You came into my life
When all was lost
There was no moon,
the stars had died
and all around was darkness.

I had lost my heart, my soul
and in the black, lost my way
I couldn't see the road before me
I couldn't go, I couldn't stay


Then out of nowhere right before me
stood an Angel all aglow
Lighting the scary darkened path
and showing me the way to go

The stars came back, Heaven was lit
Behind me the moon began to rise
The path grew brighter and I could see
The Angel had opened my closed eyes

I don't know when that Angel left me
for she left as quickly as she came
but she led me from that forsaken path
and I knew my life would never be the same!

If I had a friend, you know who that'd be?
The ocean waves or the bumbling bees.
The sky up above, or the grass down low
And they'd be the best friends I would ever know.

it is distressing, just all of life and
how I see other's motivations
at times,  through certain incidences
I feel so sorry
for  others who go on blindly
following
the propaganda
the stupidity,
I rhyme in defiance
to all of that,
or in blind eyed
optimism, a furor freed,
I wish by god, for all of us,
for our little spinning world
to take each other's hands
one day and see
we are all
just alike,
just molecules and little
galaxies
with black holes
and the brightest suns.