Your heart,
it is light and pure and honest...
and mine,
mine is heavy
but unknowingly and oh so sweetly
you help carry the weight

And on Sunday mornings
when you awake in my bed and you smile, yawn, blink,
stretch or even just breath,
I think,

NO, wait,

I know,
I was born just to see the green of your eyes.

Your tiny hands are a compass
not because they point
or because they fit perfectly in mine
but because I will always follow them.

Let me please always be a warm bed,
a piece of peace,
a comfort.
Soft, safe and quiet and still.
Soft like my mother was;
with her hands caressing my skin
she could heal any and all wounds.

In whispers let me sing,
"I want to tell you how much I love you,"
as your lids slowly and softly cover your eyes

See everyone I know is hurt, a little crazy and tired
but we smile like drunken fools
ignoring the voice inside that's begging us to scream

days they go by so fast
and we do not do the things we feel inside we should
We live a life based on hate because of laziness or comfort
We work the jobs we hate, we talk to the people we hate,
we live in the small rooms we hate

we sit like trees in one spot
with our roots planted so deep
we know we could never move

We owe ourselves travel, music, art,
we owe ourselves a fist in the air, kicking and screaming revolution
because we will not go down as a the sleepy generation
It's plain and it's simple
we are vital and we owe ourselves not to be the walking dead

Chalk stained clothes and hands like children,
you were never a stranger to me once.

Solar system, city lights,
lives that go as fast as subway cars.

This is not that kind of ride

Assasining down the avenue in Brooklyn,
Comedy in record shops.

Elliot Smith's XO is still the best

Make me dinner again,
I'll drink your Canadian wine.

Smoking on fire escapes...Ironic or appropriate?

You, Mr. made staying in one place a little more difficult than it was before.

Now I am hanging like a swinging pendulum between two cities.

My brain calls for familiarity,
My heart calls to feel more alive.

as I sky watch a sea of glaciers
from and airplane over you
all I know for sure is that I left a piece of me laying in Your bed,

Below melting record players and ***** skylines

We sat cross legged like children for hours
underneath giant trees and vast gray skies.

As if they were our elders telling us stories
we stared so attentively at their swaying branches.

I whispered to you "the storm is coming,
I can smell it in the air."
You took off your jacket and so softly placed it on my back
as if not to break my fragile bones.
you said "Chivalry is not dead!"
and smiled the saddest smile I had ever seen.
You looked so empty but there was slight optimism that I dared not rob you of.
So I just smiled back.

You were looking for something, I know,
maybe a sign but baby, you weren't going to find it there
but I'd wait it out with you.

I laid back and observed the the slightest bit of sunlight
peeking through all the branches

I thought at that moment that you were a lot like those trees;
So beautiful and full of secrets