Why do our words make us bad people?
Our desires, our wants,
our likes, our dislikes.
How do we judge on such a shallow scale
a soul?
Why is it not our meanings?
Our thoughts?
Who are we to peer into a soul and deem it bad,
when the only soul we could truly comprehend
is our own.
And that we keep hidden
even from ourselves.

Oh god, my soul,
it reaches out to you forever.
I ignore its grasping hands
that wish to touch your open flame
and embrace the searing pain you inflict.
Your eyes are in the back of my head,
Now as foreign to me as heaven or hell.
My body constricts to think of your embrace.
But too much have I remembered,
for now I find I've forgot.

I had a dream that you said you loved me
While waiting for the rain to stop.
I had a dream that you wished to kiss me
but what we knew held you back.
I had a dream where we were silent
staring at the flowers.

I woke up and I couldn't remember
what the words sounded like on your lips.
I can't remember how you used to look at me.
Or how you used to sound,
but sometimes, just barely, I can remember how you used to taste.
And I want to go back and sit with you
staring at the flowers.

I'm waiting for sunrise,
my eyes glued to the horizon.
Sometimes the skies lighten
and I fill with hope.
And then the night descends again.

I'm waiting for the rain to stop,
my eyes closed against the thunder
sometimes the drops slow, fat and heavy,
and I think to come out
but then the skies growl once more.

I am unhappy
huddled and alone.
I am waiting for the "un" to fade
so I can just be free
But sometimes I'm afraid it never will.

Sleep in peace my love,
Let no dream disturb your rest.
Know in your soul that I am here for you always.
You will always be safe in my arms.
I love you
You are my light,
my love,
my joy,
my life,
my only.
You are my soul.
My love for you shall never falter,
never stray,
by your side shall I stay for always.

Lonely I stay in the dark,
a silent scream,
a broken heart.
Others just pass me by,
looking both ways,
but never at the Heart.

I am an artist
and no one gets it
But I see things
that they all gloss over.

I am an artist
and everyone laughs
But I can see millions
where they all see one.

I am an artist
and no one is jealous
But i see the Sky
while they see the ground.