There is a power in words,
That lie in hushed whispers
As much as those roared aloud.
We are prey to the rumor,
To the secret our head is bowed.
We stumble over truths,
Ideals that are never spoken.
Lest the utterance of dreams
Dissolve in the real
And with it all hope is broken.

I am the moon;
not afraid of the dark
or of hanging on edge
I am the waves of sea;
screaming as I break
into a million little pieces
I am the stars;
edgy and carful
but shining for you

i'm infatuated
with mysteries and contradictions.
i am drawn
to dreamy eyes and optimism,
to fire and revolution.

sometimes i think i love ideas
more than people,
and that is a lonely way to be.