Three sisters, Love, Hope, and Dreams
Growing up always felt the need
To hold each others hands wherever they went
That way Love would not lose Hope and Hope would not lose Dreams

In life though it's bound to happen
The girls grew up and didn't see each other that much
Love and Hope stayed in semi contact
But with Dreams both of them lost touch

It seems sister Dreams couldn't stay
So one day Dreams just up and flew away
Leaving Love and Hope all alone
With an empty void since Dreams has been gone

I live in a state of perpetual change
Most always...

You can find me there without a care
On most days...

As I loosely hold on to the tight
To what I perceive to be the last of the light
Borrowing what's left from the wrong side of right
Most always...

Letting loose the perpetual groove
Most always...

What I like to do is as old as it is new
On most days...

With no breeze I like flying my kite
In the bright  sun counting stars in the sky
Secretly hoping and wishing I might
Most always...

I find the old in the new with perpetual clues
Most always...

Then I sell them all back to the youth
On most days...

I pull on the string that lights up the sun
I make number two out of two number ones
I'll add a dab of not yet to a mixture of done
Most always...

As the trees cascade their shadow,
And the day comes to a close,
You and I take up our standard poise.

We huddle together under blankets so tight,
As if this wind would not get through,
Our fort of love for two.

The leaves swirl around us,
As  you cuddle into me,
Although I know its a traitor you truly see.

Deep inside I know I have done wrong,
Yet you forgive once more,
With a heart that I terribly tore.

The demons inside cannot stifle,
As hard as I try I cannot pause,
Once again its your heart that is sawed.

Yet like a lion on the hunt,
Nothing will stop me from the game,
And I know I am the only one to blame.

So here I say tomorrow I will change,
Even though  we all know it will be the same,
So I kiss your head as you comb my mane.

Would I be happy with where I'm at
If I never wrote you another poem
Satisfied with myself
If I never wrote you another poem

If another poem never comes to mind
Will I feel like I have spent my time
Wisely with this heart of mine
If I never wrote you another poem

Would a tear come to my eye
If I never wrote you a poem on love
Would I sit here and wonder why
If I never wrote you a poem on love

If I never wrote you a poem on love
Would I blame the lonely stars above
For not shining bright enough
If I never wrote you a poem on love

Could I be happy with myself
If I never shared my poems with you
Would I pass the blame to someone else
If I never shared my poems with you

If I decided to never share
Toss them to the wind without a care
Not knowing where they'd land out there
If I never shared my poems with you