what is love
in a world that's dying
what is joy
in a world so trying
what is truth
in a world where lying
is an art form

what is faith
in a world so blind
what is hope
in a world unkind
what are dreams
in a world where mind
is unexplored

what is peace
in a world unfed
what is poetry
in a world unread
what is living
in a world who's bed
has already been made

If you want to love God
Love the life He has given you
And live it as He wants it to be

i met her on a riverboat on a moonlit night
with the moon above and the stars so bright
the paddle it was turning we began to roll
then i fell in love with her body heart and soul.

she wore a bright red dress make up on her face
sent the heart in me to a different place
we sailed down the river as the moon began to shine
from that moment on i knew she would be mine.

riverboat love right there in my soul
made me feel so happy made me feel so whole
with moon above that was shining bright
on the river boat i fell in love that night

when i held her hand my heart began to soar
such a lovely feeling i never felt before
we sat there together in the moonlight breeze
a peaceful easy feeling put my mind at ease

watched the clouds above floating in the sky
we held each other tight as they were rolling bye
as we rolled along each roll i loved her more
with a loving feeling i never felt before.

riverboat love right there in my soul
made me feel so happy made me feel so whole
with moon above that was shining bright
on the river boat i fell in love that night

I go outside to escape my self
and the end and the inevitable
and I sit admiring the night sky
until the stars become the scattered
words I’m trying hard to understand
but seem completely unable to.

I look up into that dark blue night
and I wish it was the ocean.
I wish the world was a fading purple
sunset. I wish the world was
the moonstone blue of the sea.

I’m drowning in the night sky instead,
in all this vast intangible vagueness.
There’s no edge, no shore to the sky,
just stars and then stars and then stars.

I want to be on the shore again,
feeling alive, feeling maybe, just maybe
there’s a little hope in the waves that
have always been able to comfort me.

See, the sea is full of lonely moments,
losing moments, shipwrecked moments,
but it is also the place of liminal on the shore
moments, meeting moments, happy, maybe moments.

But here I am, sitting beneath the sky, not the sea.

I came out here to escape yet all I’ve found
is the inevitable in all its dark, vast, uncontainable glory.
I look away because I don’t want to see it.
I look away, because now it’s the end,
I’m not ready to leave.

I gather handfuls of cold to my chest
and take it all back inside with me.
I dream of the ocean. I long for the sea.