why does it feel like drowning
to have indescribable inspiration
overpower all arrangements of letters?

how do you speak to me
with the fullness of novels
and not say a word?

tell me why you love to travel
is it the spin of tires
or the anxiety on airplanes
is it the stranger's stares
or the adventure in new things
tell me why you love me
I'm scared I'm the small town
you stay in for a while
I'm scared you're on to something better
im scared I'll be left with a red pin
like the one on your map
I'm scared of everything
but I hope you love me like music
that I'm the soundtrack of your trip
i hope you love me like an album
that you listen to
all the way through, again and again



mostly I hope
we can love it all together
you love me
I love you
love  music playing over
the sound of a train car moving
the scene of luggage closing

the swelling within me is pressing and true
with every fragment of thought
for an unfathomable you.
uncovering insights in dusty old words
but words that are whispered again
as every clock turns.
you're there even in the shadows
when my vision is weak
and my faith so shallow
on the city's streets
when foreign thoughts rendered
catch my mind in a snare
and i am broken by
each pedestrian's stare.
where can i go that you are not?
where can i hide my corrupt thought?
how do i appear under your magnificent light?
how could i be any sort of favored sight.
that swelling, still growing and you're taking my hand
'a few more steps up the mountain, i'll help you to stand'
looking up over my should you're smiling down
as if you your faith is in me
and you know me somehow
that look breeds a mirror in my soul
'cause with hope like that i can reflect you in whole.
no where can i go to that you are not,
a tireless pursuit of my broken heart.
sewn back together, an almighty restoration
trusting that i am your divine creation
you sweep away the brokenness
and  strengthen my feet,
to walk up the mountain,
to finally see.

i miss you like a cigarette, and you were no good for me too.

somewhere far away, among the mountain breeze,
there lies the difference between you and me.
running swift, frantically, up around broken trees,
through our lost meadow, among the  debris.
pale white skin, broken with bones
never quite enough, to  make her
feel at home.
posture of an arrow, knees weak like a leaf.
in the middle of autumn, waiting on the brink.
still air, and shallow breath, time moving quickly.
running from fear, or running to me.
yet still in a storm, still lightening comes, a surprise.
you didn't see it coming, it's there In your eyes.
treading back down the hill, you watch your feet move
away from the crime seen, nothing left to prove.
now in the cool breeze, still the clock always tics.
starry skies and the lies, in our heads, they still click.

somewhere far away, among the mountain breeze,
there lies the difference between you and me.
running swift, frantically, up around broken trees,
through our lost meadow, among the  debris.
pale white skin, broken with bones
never quite enough, to  make her
feel at home.
posture of an arrow, knees weak like a leaf.
in the middle of autumn, waiting on the brink.
still air, and shallow breath, time moving quickly.
running from fear, or running to me.
yet still in a storm, still lightening comes, a surprise.
you didn't see it coming, it's there In your eyes.
treading back down the hill, you watch your feet move
away from the crime seen, nothing left to prove.
now in the cool breeze, still the clock always tics.
starry skies and the lies, in our heads, they still click.