The world had magic, once
But we drove it out
With our hate and our sorrow
And our pollution
And our new age machines
With our war and our strife
And our forgetting
Most of all, the forgetting

We forgot the hum of the earth
And the song of the wind
We forgot the language of trees
And the comfort of soil
We forgot to be kind to the world
And that drove out the magic
That kept us whole, and good

We are left now with rubble
And a grey, polluted sky
The trees do not whisper to us
Since we started cutting them down
The earth doesn't hum
With our oil swords plunged deep

We have forgotten our roots
And they, have so, forgotten us.

I still look for you, you know
I wait and hope that you will be there
once a month, maybe, I will see you
you sit next to me and we launch into conversations
making up for lost time, perhaps?
All too brief and then you are gone
I journey the rest of the way in a heavy silence
thinking about what I should've said
last I saw you I wanted to rest my head
on your shoulder, like I used to
but I didn't
because that would hurt, in the end

It is as they say; hope breeds eternal misery

The sky must be so lonely
that Sun, all he wants is something
that can burn as bright and brilliant
as him, without wasting away,
and being smothered by his flames,

Passion is a vicious killer

And that Moon, her gentle nature
eclipsed by a cold light, harsh and stark
in the inky dark of night
She wants an embrace that won't
freeze and fade and leave more craters,

Love can be a cruel and cold thing

Those stars, they will burn out someday
and in their bright and fleeting life
they ask for a lasting love,
and to be seen as more than just dust
Suspended by air and longing

To be so clustered yet still so alone, the pain of it

The sky is so vast and unending
We forget it can be seen
as empty, too

sometimes strength is not
how many weights you can lift at once
or the many burdens you can carry alone
not even how your heavy heart can still beat
sometimes, strength can simply be
waking, again and again,
facing the same agony each day
and yet still waking each morning
facing the sun and the rain
and being brave