I am lost in an ocean wave of reflection, a delicious place to be
How still I sit and look upon this paradise
All from a different time and place
Where shadow and substance
Become me

From the haunted places that call from within my dreams
My soul gently mixes with the sun and rain
In broken territories I cannot claim
Yet hidden in the grasses
I am redeemed

The world advances from the sorrow of its own eyes
With a tiny fist raised up in utter denial
Crying out “Do not wait for me”
Yet, I am lost in reflection
Hear me cry

Whose generosity bids the pulse of my own heart to beat
While I sit still and look upon this paradise
Why can I not claim these territories
Which lie here broken
At my feet

The grass bowed in the quiet evening
while five hundred children
stood by like lambs.
Awaking a symbol of love
With their smiles.

The sweetest sound broke forth
To cheer the stars above
While the children all lit candles
For every nation
I could hear a drum resound

Like flowers by a meadow stream
Such grace was revealed
When at last I could see their faces
There I fell to the ground
And began to dream

In my dream I followed the children
Into the coldest winds
Wondering if I would die, following love
Then soon the sweetest weight
Proved to be light

A burden was lifted from my fearful heart
with such gladness I was filled
When the cold winds led to a pathway
Where the souls gone before
Now quietly lived

I charged ahead of the children
To meet the ones I loved
But like flowers by a meadow stream
I was held in place
By the hands of precious time

I awoke crying on the grass that bowed
In the quiet evening
Where five hundred children once stood
Wiped a tear from my eye and smiled
As I lit my own candle of love

Silver and gold mean nothing to a red rose petal.
It would never speed down a rippling stream seeking treasure.
So why do you whisper like the devil with his hat in his hand to me
When tranquility is all that I need.

There is no sign that says “For Rent” on my heart.
I have no need for a cluster of jewels when my evening ends.
Happy I will be twisting and turning in a blanket of leaves.
Take with you all your glittering whispers, I am full to the brim.

Within my soul, I hold great treasure. My feet are firmly planted.
All I have need for is the love that shines in my stars.
Silver and gold mean nothing to a red rose petal.
Go away, you cannot ever barter with me for my heart.

When all is still the sun is my gold and the stars are my silver.
My treasure is the tranquility I hold deep within my soul.
There is no sign that says “For Rent” on my heart.
Put your hat back on my friend, and be gone.

You would be happy every time if you could tear from my hopes.
If you could possess my rosy lips with your white feathers.
I sing as I turn from you now, knowing I will pay in ways that
will make me wish I had died.

A spider makes a journey to pick out his flowers before the city
gates partake what he sees.  There, his life-blood wanders into
where his fame lives, yet leaves him only kissing the air.  What
does his rage have to do with me?

I remember a looking-glass I brooded in once.  I could see a
giant living bravely in sorrow, while the sounds of the world
kept their vigil. In came the spider whispering, “Have no fear”
while he plucked the petals from the giant’s flowers.

You would be happy every time if you could tear from my dreams.
If you could possess my soul with your velvety shadows.
Spider my friend, your journey’s come to an end…….the city gates
are closed and you are kissing the air.