If I should leave this world below
And I'm no longer by your side
Here's some things you need to know
To remember, though I've died

I am with you during the day
In the sun that warms your face
I'll be the wind that blows your way
And causes your heart to race

I'll be the smile as you walk by
That stranger on the street
I'll be the sparkle in the eye
Of everyone you meet

I'll be the rain when times are bad
And the sleeves that wipe your tears
I'll be the prayer when you are sad
That drives away your fears

I'll be the whisper upon your skin
That causes you to blush
I'll be the courage you carry within
That gives your heart that rush

I'll be the kiss when you're asleep
That warms your silent dreams
I'll be the promise I swore to keep
No matter how hard it seems

I'll be the picture, your mind will hold
When your memory starts to fade
I'll be your blanket in the harshest cold
The warmth your love has made

I'll be the quiet that forms the sound
Whenever you think of me
Whatever you've lost, I'll be your found
That's what I will be

Come to me by the moonlight, Beloved,
While the stars shine down this dark well
deep in the wilderness of my heart.

Come and draw the bucket, Beloved,
lift some sorrow slowly; take it away with you,
Empty this well a little, by the moonlight.

Smile as you turn from the well, Beloved,
As your shadow curls around the niches,
Let the bucketful of emptiness come back to me.

Each drop you take from this heart, Beloved,
Why does it always remain in here?
Why does it stay with me, still?

spiraling in
and then out..
in our hand we find
a galaxy miniature
spinning a special
story..

our mind's eye
projects movement
an outward inward
exchange
now and always
becoming the other..
but the shell remains
fixed as a map
the movement  
a soulful creation..

a still point
on our shell
finally gives rest to
our eye..
in the stillness
a  torus we find
a sacred movement
a new awareness
mapped for our
time..

As I sit and ponder the wonderful wonders from weak and weary to strong and blunder
I must admit these thoughts of mine are nothing manifested from deep inside
Weak and weary said my Mary these thoughts that creep inside
If nothing else upon this shelf is a place for you and I
The waves crash in and cleanse my sins from the night we left behind
And if all I see is all the sea then this is life to me
As I sit and stare at the people who glare from across the street, you see
I must admit that the thoughts I bare are worth those evil stares.