Hello, are you there?
Somewhere out there,
Past the clouds, beyond the sky?
Hello, are you there?
I'm still waiting,
For a word, for your reply.

All I hear is silence
Pressing close - now I cry.
Won't you answer me?
Aren't you God?

Is there nothing else
Left to wait for,
Left to carry me on home?
Is it just a dream
That I'm living?
No one here to call my name.

Maybe I should just die,
So I can wake up.
Maybe then I'll hear you.

I wonder what he's thinking,
Trying to deny that look
That I see in his eyes
When he looks at her.
Does she look back
With equal tenderness and longing?
I do not know,
Though my eyes tell me I do.
If my love for him
As my best friend
Was true and without fault,
I suppose happiness
Should be my feeling by default.
Yet envy is quite carefully
Changing my amber eyes
To an evil shade of green.

Sadness is the song that binds our hearts to greatness.
It opens our minds to the things that escape our reach;
Ushers our souls on to the Truth given freely,
Yet rarely understood.

So I bid you to fare well,
Wherever you may fare,
And embrace Life as it passes
With each fleeting instant:
The Sorrows and Misbegotten Woes,
Alongside the Happiness and Fair times.
For without these, the spice of life is Bland
and without Distinction.

For the Nuances of Life
Are wider than any ocean,
Deeper than the Darkest crevice,
Yea, more expansive than the Universe itself.

Yet we only tap the Surface,
Of the Miracles that are taken for granted,
And in our Pride,
We dare to claim
That we Truly Understand.

The night sky glows an ephemeral silver,
Stars gazing upon me as I slumber.
Their beauty is immeasurable,
None striving to out do,
But rather coexisting in Beauty.

The Moon's light shines,
Gently enhancing the sky.
Graceful and clean,
It brings peace to my soul.
The brightest silver,
Never dull nor faded.

Alas, the sun rises,
Its radience masking the others.
Yet they are not gone,
Merely resting
'Til they grace us all
With their prescence
Once again.

We all walk along
The path of life.
Some choose to hurry
On, rushing ever
Forward to a goal
That is never guaranteed.
Others putter along,
Looking ever backwards,
They only remember
What they've done
And don't see whats right
Before them.
Does a moderate pace exist?
Balancing the past
With goals for the
Future?

I look longingly at the sky,
As I wonder what it would
Be like to fly.
As the birds do.
I laugh at the thought,
Full of silly cliche.

Then I pause,
And think to myself:
Life itself is full of cliches.
If life is so simple and
Childish, why does
It captivate so?

As I sit wondering
and pondering.
I come to the conclusion:
Who cares...
Life will go on
With or without
A few cliches
Along the way.

I could dream a thousand dreams of you,
Losing myself in what is untrue.
Streams surround of you, of me.
My heart longs to stay forever in this fantasy.
But would it, could it, ever outweigh,
That greatest joy I find in just one day,
In simplest of moments, spent with you?
Alas, I fear no dream would ever do.
And so, I'll strive to stay awake,
Living on, though my heart may quake
In fear that you may one day away.
Even then, sleeping dreams, stay at bay,
For knowing you whilst I am here
Is ever greater than any dream, my dear.

To me, my heart, I cannot compare
You to anything, to be quite fair.
Shaming, innocently, Nature's beauty,
Your smile, a look, indescribable to me.
Thoughts strike fiercely, like lightning,
Of finding something, anything
In all creation quite like you,
But nothing I've found will ever do.
Shall I compare you to the finest jewel,
Lit eternally aflame, yet to the touch so cool?
Or perhaps to the morning sky,
Rising gently, the canvas of soft clouds on high
Painted gently in reds and golds by the sun,
When all is shown as art of the One,
Putting all the world with but a look at ease.
Yet still, before all of these,
I am quite convinced that He,
Spent far more time on thee.