I wanted to fill the cracks of his mind, and breathe his very breath. Need consumed by deep desire, leaving me scared to death.

I hung a rope on that tree, where I used to kneel and pray. Struggling to keep my head up, waiting for something he refused to say.

I wanted to slip and fall into arms, eager to break my fall. Scattered hopes cast about, that are just shadow puppets on the wall.

I cupped my hands to catch his tears, but the favor was never repaid. Slip the rope around my neck, in hopes to repair this mess I made.

I wasted all my saved up wishes, just in the end to tie the knot. I finally took that step and hang myself, with all the promises he forgot.

I packed my bags and left a note, I'm headed for the moon. With luck tucked in my pocket, I'm bound to get there soon.

I've heard the moon was made of cheese, not the stinky kind. If there is a man up there, I won't leave him behind.

I know the sun could be a problem, my rockets old with rust. So I'll go at night instead, singing "to the moon or bust."

I have a plan you mustn't worry, It won't fall apart. With fairy dust and this old rocket, hope fills my once cracked heart.

This is the story of a girl, who's eyes were black as night. Stars would flow from her hair, whenever she took flight.

On the back of a sparrow she would rise, to bid the sun farewell. Hair changing the sky to dark, stars shining where they fell.

Arms outstretched she'd gather sunsets, and place them in a jar. Making wishes for brighter days, upon each shooting star.

Faint memories hold as time wears on, she no longer has a name. Age no longer takes her youth, she'll always radiate the same.

Her gown of blue flows around her, with elegant wings spread her sparrow fly's. Changing day into night, forever doomed to roam the evening sky's.

Thankyou.
From the bottom of my heart,
Thank you.
Why you continue to believe in me...
I don't know.
But, because of you;
Watching over me while I dream of a place, so real...
I believe.
I believe, I am Loved.
I believe, I am free.
I believe n' Trust... because You first loved, and trusted me.
Your existence... your very essance...
Inspires me; to live-out-loud.    
Un-ashamed; I AM radiating the astronomical grace given to me;
To us...
On calvary.
                                  With all my heart
                                              & soul,
                                  Isreal E. Summers

Come back to me,
I can feel the silence.

Heavy as it presses upon my chest.
Thoughts of you suffocate me.

Your eyes I see so often,
As I open and close mine.

I whispered I loved you...
Just once,
Not loud enough to hear.

I feel so lost now.
Parting my lips for sweet tongued kisses,
That only falter.

Allow me,
To be your sunshine again.
I'm still yours
Come back to me.