(There is something so exhilarating
about) being at the edge
so close you can taste
(the freedom).                              

You stand there
waiting, looking, wishing
you could jump
but you just don't have the guts.

Everyone believes that the best part
of a story is the jump,
but it's not.

(It's that) moment right before,
when you are swaying
between reality and (dream.)

If you want the sunshine,
then you must have the storm.
If you want to be mine,
then you must be the warm,
loving, laughing, hugging
one.

If you want a clear sky,
then you must have the haze.
If you want to know why,
then you must have that gaze,
the unending, always adoring
look.

If you want the rainbow,
then you must have the rain.
If you want to have that glow
then you must know the pain,
the tears, the sadness.
Then you will know the joy.
Then you will know the joy.

There's no safety net,
There's no end.
I just keep falling.

Arms outstretched,
Reaching to grasp something palpable.
I just keep falling.

Like Alice falling down the rabbit hole,
It's dark.
It's confusing.
It's lonely.

I just keep falling.

If you were the drug
then I’d be the addict,
constantly craving
that one more touch.

If you were the moon
then I’d be the tides,
continually changing
in response to you.

If you were the paintbrush
then I’d be the canvas,
ready and waiting
for your strokes to shape me.

If you were the wind
then I’d be the trees,
swaying in the direction
of your beautiful breeze.

If you were the sun
then I’d be alive,
with your warmth
surrounding and enveloping me.

But you're not
the drug
the moon
the paintbrush
the wind
the sun

You're so much more.

You asked me to dance,
I placed my hand in yours,
(and we danced).

I watched us dance all around,
I spun
as sunlight poured into the room,
(and we danced).

We laughed,
and we just kept dancing.

Stars are falling
On your head,
In my bed.
Stars are falling all around
On the ground,
Though they don't make a sound.
Stars are falling everywhere,
In your hair,
I can't help but stare.
Stars are falling
From the night sky,
I can't help but sigh.

A creek babbles blissfully in the distance,
I listen intently while a round cloud rolls by.
The forest is filled with much persistence,
For creeks babble while creatures sigh.
A choir of birds chirps cheerful candid tunes,
It's like music to the ears.
This is how one should spend their afternoons.
This is how one should spend their years.
I am at ease.
I am relaxed.