Oh, my lover, my love, how do I begin
to tell you my heart's broken open again?
These tears flowing freely all down my face
as I sing at your table, "Amazing Grace."

Could you possibly know what you're doing to me?
The sweet depths of feeling your love has set free?
My heart overflows and my eyes fill again,
I haven't felt this way since I don't know when.

Oh my lover, my love, I have come home to you,
It seems that our hearts' dreams of love have come true.
Could it be that this joy will not pass away,
but keep growing deeper, day after day?

Oh, I would be the star that your moon would embrace!
Let's dance together through oceans of space.
Let's share together our gifts from above, these
gifts from the heavens, our songs of true love.

I sat down to work
until the moon
kissed me.
Then we
danced!

I start thinking about
how I would be
if I stopped thinking

the Wizard
meet with
the King
to tell again
the ancient legends
as the sun slips
down

Fill the voids,
heal the pain,
walk in the Spirit
once again

Wrapping myself
in our
warm memories,
I let your absence
shiver
next to
the glowing embers
of our love

of your eyes
spoke to the ears
of my heart

One in a million who's
at home within your heart--
Why must we be so
desperately far apart?

splitting silence
with
devotion

Let your lips know the
feeling of being wanted and loved,
deep within a kiss

I saw
someone
in the mirror
taking me
to the past
to forgive myself
at last

because I am back again
I can still breathe your love
into mine

is
you
under my blanket
cuddling with me
listening to the rain
outside

Writing poetry is like peeling off sunburned skin:
you tease off the biggest patch you can find
yeah, there! where the itch drove you out of your mind
then next where the skin gets thinner, and clings
what comes off starts shredding, and won't say a thing.
You peel what you can and scrub off the rest
(the thinner the skinner the obscurer it gets)
your poem is what's still burned into your chest

The things you want
aren't always
what you get
you have gotten things
you can't forget
but I will make you
a giant bet
that your best things
haven't come just yet

The way waves whisper
the way the sand answers
the way that we
make love

Karma is like 69:
what you give is what you get.
Karma doesn't distract as much
---at least it hasn't yet.

Fireflies gather
in the darkening night
to dance by the glow
of their own light

I believe in Jesus now
I believe in Jesus now
I'll tell you why
I shout out loud
that I believe,
I do believe
in Jesus now

For I have seen His holy face
I have received
his wondrous grace
All my sins He has erased
I believe,
yes I believe
in Jesus now

My Savior looked me in the eye
His love and power told me why
every knee to Him will bow
I believe,
yes I believe
in Jesus now!