I want*        to change     my ideas
to change   the world       for the better
the world    but           my life forever
but          I cannot               I'm just a victim of habit
I cannot      change myself;         what I want is
change myself;     I want       what I need

Its all it can ever be

we are here
to bless                                
restore                    ­                                                              

the broken
holy
whole

mold
peace
from chaos

cradle
vulnerability
with devotion

let our love
be absolute            
unfettered

asking nothing
but to freely
speak

Endless muddled thoughts
Muddied fantasies
Puddles at my feet
Putty I can't mold
We have such visions of art
And dreams of love
Hopes of light
Darkened hearts

Our souls are only fingers reaching
Into our minds
Our feelings come from a place
Of spirits
They are speaking to us
Even now above confusion
They are speaking to us
And I hope that we can listen

Broken skin bleeding
Wind changing direction
When the leaves fall
Sending truth they fall on me
We have such singular wants
And bitter longings
Loss in pleasure
And joy in pain

If we wonder what it means
Well then that is the first step
Which leads to the top of mountains

I'll do anything I need to

Is created in conversation

I have seen the bliss
before the morning's dawn .
I have taken kiss from a woman
as she slept like a new born fawn .
I have seen the sun and moon set
together in a western sky .
I have seen all the reasons now
as we let our loving die .

I have seen the fog at times when
there was nothing one could see .
I have seen eternity from the mountains
all the way down to the sea .
I have seen love's kind embrace and
felt it's breath upon my skin .
But I don't even dare to dream
there will be another like you again .

Oh , I have seen paradise through
The yellow of the glass .
Tasted it upon my tongue
And it was so very nice .
I have smelled the rose's fumes
And it permanates the air
For evermore I assumed
But now face cold realities stare

I have seen the petals fall
one by one by one
I have seen the fingers slip away
until there were none .
I have this empty feeling
at the bottom of my pit
God it is so unwilling
I think I'm feeling sick

Our love has evaporated
After summer's rain  
Leaving steaming memories
Heat and searing pain
But I have not seen
Nor think I ever will
See a love again like this
Forever that's so real