What doth the sun say to the moon,
As he takes her place each morn?
And does the soft white lady smile,
Or turn her face from dawn?

Exhausted with existence,
I miss the days when I,
So joyed with this existence,
Grabbed the days as they flew by.
Each one, a thousand colors
On a million butterflies,
Quickly rose up into smoke
On a gold-to-ashen sky.

Disenchanted with reality,
I miss the time I spent
Thinking no moment was worth wasting,
For now I do resent
Each and every moment
I spend in this dull land.
In this land, now disenchanted,
Nothing's quite so grand.

I long to spend another day
Glad to be alive,
Where everything I hear
Becomes a reason to survive.
And I long to see that day
When these bitter feelings end.
World, you don't deserve it...
Can't we go back to being friends?

when you look at a crowd of people,
please take notice of the girl standing quietly by the side
you will see her smiling as the others are having fun

if you look closely enough
you will see the sadness reflecting in her eyes,
the trembling smile that threatens to drop
but before you can catch another glimpse of her falter,
you will see that she has already regained her composure
and for a moment you might think
"my eyes are playing tricks on me"
that she is fine and happy

if you look closely enough
you might just see the truth
you might just hear all the unspoken words;
the silent plea to be understood

I know I'm not worthless, I still got some fight left.
I'm afraid I might be losing, I'm getting sick of choosing,
between the ones I love and the ones I love more.
   Do you notice how I'm hurting? as I write another story?
While I'm hiding in my music and spend my time musing.
     I believe if I can't be weeping when I'm always sleeping.
Shadows whisper, sweet nothings tempting me with the dark.
No I won't go gently into the night,
I'll keep on fighting while the light dies!
   Hearing a name feels like a bullet tearing through my chest
and I seem to have fallen apart again.
I will call out if i start to go numb, scream out if I'm falling
and bleed out while I'm breaking.

A granite sentinel
where zephyrs whisper,
courting the dogwoods,
busy wasps,
look,
there goes a bee,
a butterfly floating,
kissing cairns
in mountain time,
on blood.

I pour water down the universe
and my body receives it well

as the triangular fingers of the sailboats
point to the rippling clouds,
the shimmering finger of the suns
reflection against the sea points at me
and suddenly

a congress of wings
soar overhead and I
die for the moment

Goodbye- Sun
just me and the clouds now

and a memory of your dancing
winged
shadows

Summer's filling up all of the cracks
Left behind by winter
A sultry Spanish wind breezes through
Causing sweaty palms to melt
Into the blaze of young lover's hearts
They keep their hopes in ball glass jars
Holes punched through to breathe
Short lived still, like so many things
Their twinkle fading with the Dawn