Away, far away, and further still.
Beyond rumble and tremble and thrill,
where spies out of shadows hold no sway,
there lies a chamber of stone, with no bars, nor locks or divides.
Every evening,
my weary eyes rest upon the memory of time and its ever shifting, ever stalwart tides.
That is where my heart abides.

My heart resides just below the rusty rail.
Over a watchful window, a silky veil of green sunlight falls like a curtain of fleeting dreams and a blooming hazel tree beneath the frail mist conceals a passageway to emerald fields.
Each morning,
I am drawn nearer and nearer to you, for that is how my mind endures.
That is why my heart never yields.

Here I stand
Following its steady flow fleeing over the edge.
And while I can't always see it for the teardrops
I know it's there.
As sure as the glitter on its face
I know it's there.
Proudly and truly
Defying every barrier
The river runs through me.

The very moment I first gazed upon your splendour
Your fiery eyes gave away the woeful reflection of my soul.
And amidst this endless pyre
Danced a song of yearning
And desire.
Relentless. Rebellious. Irrepressible.
As if alight to chase away my faithless doubts
Your fiery eyes called to me
And I followed them home.

Listen.
Hear the sky burst open
and cover the world in emerald pearls.

Feel.
Embrace the glorious chaos
from which new life is born.

Go.
And wherever your path may take you,
tread softly.
I bid you open up your heart
and tread softly,
for the world might be willing to follow you home.

Listen.
Can you hear the world
struggling for its breath?
Can you feel its tears
rushing through your lungs?
Do you share its fears?

Lend your breath to the world.
Fill its lungs with raging hope
and see serenity shining through
the eye of the storm.

Remember,
no storm’s meant to last.
This one too is here to upset,
to question,
to teach,
and shall eventually pass.

I put my heart inside a heartbeat
And called it… life.
I sent a flicker
through the eternity of a moment,
and watched it tangle
between the roots of fate.
In the eyes of promise, I am a beggar…
I reign over the Undefined.
Sometimes I wander o’er its hills
and wonder,
is the cold in my fingers
here to stay?
As the clock goes tick I learn the ways of love.
By the time it goes tack I’ve mastered hate.
At the crossroads of faith,
I pause,
and hold on to the truth that thrives
inside each and every heartbeat.
It's my life I can't ignore.
Death is just… that.
Nothing less.
Nothing more.

Something's in the air tonight
the promise of redemption,
the scent of you.
Through the songs that you ignite
the sky's not shy to share its tears,
the show's about to start.

It’s your eyes
that set out the spark
they stifle the thunder
they light out the dark.
Tear by tear the flood is nigh,
drop by drop your eyes go dry.

Let it rain.
Let it wash away my fear.
If every raindrop is your kiss,
then I need no more than this.
Let it flow beneath my skin
and drown the fear I'm living in.

I say let it rain!
May the heavens burst again!
And when the sun lights up the green
you’ll be standing in between
like a vision of a perfect moment...
The start of everything!

I am a ship.
There's nothing special about who I am,
for there are many like me.
Tall and proud,
small and brisk,
each with its unique direction.
Some to be admired,
others to take the risk,
all carved in false perfection.
Yet there is one simple wish
to which we all aspire.
From the day our journey starts,
through the rough tests of the sea
to reach the safety of our haven
is all that we desire.

I am a wanderer.
Send me on a voyage to which I see no end.
I will take it gladly.
When I gaze into infinity
I see far beyond.
So mourn for me not when I set my sails.
I shall return.
Send me through the darkest storm
guide me past the reason’s plea!
I fear no rock nor waves or tide
I fear no whipping of the sea!

Yet, each wave I break
Leaves a crack in my haughty hull.

I am a wreck.
A shattered pile of glorified wood.
A cracked bucket
leaking out treacherous dreams
it could not hold
even when it should.
There are parts of me
sunken
lying numb in deepest chambers of the blue.
There are bits to see
floating
scourged tirelessly by everything
I ever knew.

I lie naked under face of the sky.
I am afraid.

I am driftwood.
Carried around by the will of the waves,
their salty lips against my wounds.
All that is left of me
rocks
in a steady
steady flow
ridiculed by currents
and wind.
Me…
Who am I?
That I do not know.
Perhaps
I do not care.
Today
I traded my spirit for hope
and despair...

Until one day
I am washed ashore.

I am a raft.
Piece after piece put in an awkward place
empty spaces sealed with fiery salt,
scars healed by its sweet embrace.
I am complete.
There’s a soul
clinging on to me with nothing else
but the warmth of her skin.
I am her guide
and she is mine.
I am taking her home
across eternal oceans
in search of haven upon a familiar shore
and I
am not afraid anymore.