Is it to question or to feel?
Is it better to be blind or cautious?
Common sense or foolish pursuit?
Drink until you're drunk or
drunk until you're wise?
What is it about love?
Life?
Can we make an illusion of death?
Or does death make an illusion of us?
Is it enough to sleep to find ourselves in dreams?
Or do we have to dream to find ourselves alive?
And if we find ourselves alive,
what is it that we should do?
If there is no heaven or hell,
what then is the
most important thing to do?
What do we live for?
What shouldwe dream of?
What do we do in our day to day
in the short time we have?
If there is any other answer than love...
Leave my life unlived
Leave my heart undreamt
Leave me to the never never

It was with innocence and  beauty her voice floated in the air
She had an honest smile and the hint of magic hiding in her eyes
The night whispered of lost dreams and the air had the scent of nirvana
He could feel the murmur of hope in the beat of his heart
His throat tightened as his pulse quickened
Something in his voice broke and he found himself unable to speak
He gave a breif smile and then walked away not knowing her name

gives exquisite attention
speaks with grace
flowing through the room
touching everyone
Groundhog day
six weeks later
telling you your life story
though you might have just met

I tell my son be careful son,
(also reminding this heart of mine,
you'd better not walk that line)

Look in the eyes
there's a white light shinning
focused right on you
feels so good
easy to misjudge what you're seeing
easy to take for granted

The day it's going to come

The white light blinking out
The exquisite attention
somewhere else

(This heart of mine, I put on notice)
I also tell my son,
be careful.