as is the sea marvelous
from god’s
hands which sent her forth
to sleep upon the world

and the earth withers
the moon crumbles
one by one
stars flutter into dust

but the sea
does not change
and she goes forth out of hands and
she returns into hands

and is with sleep….

love,
    the breaking

of your
        soul
        upon
my lips

I'll rip out my heart for you,
I'll place it in your perfect hands.
Watch it beat and pulse for you,
This is my loves dance.
I'll rip my soul in two for you,
So that we can become one.
I'll make it work so hard for you,
So that you'll smile like the sun.
I'll tear myself apart for you,
So you'll have all of me.
I'll put it in a box for you,
To simply make you happy.
I'll do what ever I can for you,
To make you feel my love.
I'll take glue to every inch of you,
To fix my broken angel from above.

I am drawn towards the broken things
I am a sucker for the broken ones
I am a toolbox mending broken hearts
I am a craftsman building brand new souls
At times I stop and wonder what of mine?
What of my broken heart and fractured spirit?
But I am drawn towards the broken things
I mend to mend myself

Screaming at the world
Will never tell them you have
A beautiful voice.