Breath of Life, breathe in me
Show me Thy will to be done
Thy light, Thy staff proves to me
That You are the only One

Light of Life shine on me
Brighten this world that I'm in
Hold me to your gentle side
Into my heart come in

You hold my hand and carry me
Wipe away my tears
I've felt You all around me
All throughout the years

My road goes on turning and turning
Sunset and evening look for the day
I am wishing, for freedom from yearning
While pursuing
New horizons, anyway

I can become myself, not believing in fear
Each passing minute, I say to me
There are two kinds of surrender
One that will make you strong
Another makes you free

There is an unmindful moon dwelling in my sky
Unaware of the hope in my heart
I stand out in this cold and cry and cry
For ideas and beliefs I hold inside
From which I will not depart

When this world walked upon jagged rocks
It found the pain of change
I caught a falling star and softly knocked
While all of existence
Was rearranged

That old sun withdrew his rays for awhile
While visible reality disappeared
But soon, he rose and quickly smiled
Washed away
My tears

I tremble when I hear the voice of the wind saying,
“why should I even care
if my actions close the eyes
of those who yield to me?”
and all that I know
is that here I stand with pen in hand
in a world of my own making,
contemplating
a potential stalemate.

The time has come and whispers to me
from the lips of the universe
that the stairs of the fiercest storm
are covered with everything
that I have hidden in my mind,
confusion attempts to run
through my veins creating a madness
with fingers
oh so unkind.

I gaze at the warm sun and wonder how
I lost the desire
I had in my younger days
to bravely sing to the world
from a throat that had not forgotten
how it feels to stand in the gap
or what it takes to expose  winds
that do not care
who their actions destroy.

With pen in hand I speak to the wind
with words the same as if
I called upon
twelve thousand angels
whose wings float upon each gale
as if they were merely
part of a beautiful dream,
once again I feel safe
in this world of my own making,
my trembling ends.

The sweetest music confidently plays
in the evening shade
Moving triumphantly
I lay me down to sleep
Yet, my mistaken heart
still beats afraid
My eyes stop to weep

No one is looking
as my reflection
shows on a drop of tear
The world has no thoughts
of me and mine
Yet, the sweetest music
is still here
Tasting like
the finest wine

Why can I not soar into these notes
my heart can hear
Taste the sweet warmth of this wine
Accept that I have naught to fear
In this mistaken
heart of mine

A warming brush of lips I feel
upon my weary brow
Moving softly,  I lay me down to sleep
Hushing my mistaken heart
and tears of now
Taking my fears away
to keep

Write on a rolling stone all your fine threads of thought
Raining down from the new dew of morning
In time’s remaining colors wrought
For my eyes
Adoring

Nothing will I reply, from the silence of my soul
Yet I will dream to be the one who drinks
From the essence of your bowl
The honey of your wisdom
As you think

Your thoughts profoundly stir the hands of my mind
Whirling into the print upon a rolling stone
Each fine thread my eyes find
Stir time’s remaining colors
In distinctive tones

I hunger for the honey of your wisdom endlessly
Long to drink from your fine threads
Write on a rolling stone for me
The thoughts inside
Your head

Hold me embrace me never let me go
Dance with me under the stars
Hold my heart in the palm of your hand
From your side I’ll never part

Kiss me caress me look in my eyes
Hold me close to your chest
Listen to the sound of our beating hearts
With such love we have been blessed

When we grow older I’ll rock by your side
On life’s magical porch of dreams
There in our minds we’ll be young once again
Dancing under the stars as they gleam

A soft image satisfies the deepest sea
found in your eyes
recognized as comfort.
Harmony makes a new wind flow lovingly
into the arms
of old wounds suffered.  

Measured out our shores bend
to meet in passion
to taste time’s recurrent goals.
Lighted I talk with my hands
to find balance
shimmering within my soul.

Scenes pass by of places with nowhere to go,
sailing as tributes tired of singing chords
without gain.
Still, I smile magically as if I am bound
to live life uncut
yet emptied of all pain.

Years of dates with someone’s ego,
flicker in his mind,
staining a coat of sleeping fire
on emotions in his world
and all he still holds.

You ask if he’s alright
laughing like a wolf
dressed in sheep’s clothing
with an oath to explain
all it knows.

So maybe you should write down
what makes sense to you
as I watch how his tears
still flow.

I can see the light that runs across
hollow understanding
in your eyes,
making the knees of his tears
sore for centuries.

You would rather stare than help,
same as a snake
ignores its victim’s pleas.
Your insensitivity to his stains
conceal every sound
he breathes.

I stand here and watch you rumbling in
filling his line of sight
with smiles of self-centered,
unnerving glee.

The birdcage is empty
It appears the bird has flown
Whoever would have thought it
Whoever could have known

Did we not clip its wings
When we brought it home
Right before we placed it in its cage
Could its wings have grown

Our bird it would sing for us
Such a lovely song
One we thought we'd hear forever
Never to be gone

Now we look into the sky
And listen with our ears
Just to catch a glimpse or song
But our bird's been gone for years

There is no time, in my eyes,
spent with you
that contain shadows,
warranting hopelessness or a magic potion.
Our sweet water is never lost
in what lays within
the music
streaming from our hands.  

As if in a circle of satisfaction,
we talk in retrospect,
seeking comforting remnants
of what we brought to each others arms.
Measured spaces sit upright
on the shores of who we are,
yet still,
we are the same.

The whispering cries of love and hope
slowly pace
outside our doors.
We smile at memories
ascending to meet them
in the truest beauty.
What more
could we ask for?

Music to our ears so sweet,
is time slipping
where it’s supposed to.
Why would we run and ask for more
knowing one day again
we will be
face to face?

You once again wore the skies of windy youth
Held in the temple by our roaring sea
Holding on to a call of truth
For the gifts you gave
To me

From a corner of dear evening’s quiet beauty
I came to you in devoted honor
You turned your garments here to me
Again the skies of youth
Were your admirer

Expressions were pounding, no time to think
Sunlight would soon be gleaming
If this was a dream, I refused to blink
I wished to stay here
In my dreaming

Who would be so cruel as to wake me now
As I adore the skies, you wear
Let the sun shine upon another  brow
For now we climb
The stairs

You give me my higher strength
To face another day
The will I need to walk alone
I find in my faith

I know your arms are long enough
To reach out for me
And pull me to your gentle shore
Safe I’ll always be

Your ears they hear me when I call
Every single plea
I am comforted as I know
You’ll be there for me

When I feel weak and powerless
I call upon your name
Knowing You will strengthen me
Your love remains the same

I could feel you late last night
Knew that you were there
Watching with your empty eyes
As at the light you stared

I felt you reaching out your hand
To touch that of which you hate
And  I sighed at your attempt
To appease a hunger you can’t sate

Knowing that which you obsess to own
To shatter and defile
Is protected by a hedge of love
That reaches boundless miles

This hedge is my fortress
It burns bright with mighty fire
And each time you try and touch it
I watch the flames burn higher

Oh, to feel my breath
inside of what
has not been touched in years
by the breezes I find,
as if meant
to be
my air.
After the sunset fades,
I cannot express
how it feels to have
your heart broken in two
and for days hear a song
that still loves you
in the morning.

Flying straight through the tinted glass
I hold on tight
to the place I know
is standing in the distance.
In search of one,
whose notions move into shadows
loyal to an army of water
that sits backs and looks at every word
as if
it is an ocean
of a single heartbeat.

I sing this song in my heart
with my eyes closed,
never bitter,
but you know that.
I hold no shame of the memories
held dear,
their touch whispers
like a smear of warm sun
promising not to forget
what it searches for.
Smiling into eternity’s cup,
I begin to write.

I write of dancing in the windows
where the sun and moon
are uninhibited
as they drink from the air
of unmeasured words.
A place where the only thing I wish for
is a glimpse of flowers
that will push the thoughts of waiting
for my heart to break
in two
….away.

I stopped and smelled the roses
Before I came in today
Stood and looked around at this ole world
Wondered how it got this way

My mind drifted back to another time
When my heart was broke in two
I had lost the one I loved
You’d called him home to you

There were oh so many days
When I thought I could not go on
Knowing my world would never be the same
Without my love to hold

Time has healed so much of this pain
I thought would never end
And as I stopped and smelled the roses
I found I could smile again

Then I brushed a tear from my eye
In such awe I realized
The strength that has been given me
In all of this I’ve survived

The passing strokes of my heart remain
on the canvas of the world.  
Waves of love watch
as it paints an ambitious mirage,
faintly touching the realms of comfort.

Where does the beginning of dreams blow?
to the west or the north
Today’s pain seeps upon the seconds
and I breathe a sigh
into the winds of happiness and warmth.

The small things, once again, float
into unlit frames
that looks into your eyes
and then the worlds.
While our spirits refrain from wishing lies
were not deliberately told.

Light swears it is hungry
and doesn’t know
it is flickering like a faithful poem,
pushing to speak out
about itself.
Traveling along with truth
that has been tossing stones.

Lyrics say I love you
and then cry to the back of guilt
because it stared at you in a sense of wonder
when they were wrote.
In an atmosphere
without meter or rhyme.

The taste of a glimpse of wings
leaves painted lips
dancing in the flames.  
Unbound memories are more than we know
when everything is fine
is only said in shame.

I sit within the light of chance
Underneath a sky of hope
With a butterfly on my shoulder
Singing sweet
Everything I want in life
Is within my scope
So why do I not unbind my
Speechless feet

Above me ivory feathered birds
Call me to their homes
Yet still I sit within the light of chance
Oh, how I would love to fly
Into their sky of hope
See my speechless feet speak to roam
So why do I sit with
Blinded eyes

I do believe I will unbind these feet
Stop sitting with blinded eyes
Kiss this butterfly on my shoulder adieu
Trade this light of chance
To fly within those skies of hope
Unbound, I will see life anew
While singing sweet

Each time I come here to this place
To face this world again
A hush falls across my own
And darkness it sets in

I have left all my peace of mind
Everything I've ever known
To be here in a place
Where I know I don't belong

What began as just a test of me
A life lesson to be learned
Some humility to bestow
My spirit now it burns

Some kind of prisoner I've become
Held by unseen chains
With all means to escape
Calling out my name

Will I heed this call I hear
And throw open freedom's gate
Run for all I'm worth
Or wait 'til it's too late

I remember how it used to be
How could I forget
My world was cold and I was too
Before my world you lit

Each day it passed me by
I didn't feel a thing
Thinking all was well and so was I
I'd forgotten how to sing

I walked alone on life's path
And I had no desire
To share my world with anyone
Or kindle any fire

My sun was hid behind the clouds
But I thought that I could see
Then along you came and showed me how
Bright my world can be

If ever there were no secret depths
inside the corners
of a heart,
perhaps lips would not
whisper words
with no preconceptions.
We could paint the air we breathe,
gentle colors that softly speak
to the mind
in a misty lullaby’s reflection.  

If we could swim within our words
touching gray areas
with kisses of time
perhaps, we could gather waves
to last throughout the years.
In the dark of night,
our hearts' would blush,
as they existed side by side
on the edges
of our atmosphere.

Wherever our hands desired to wander,
unnoticed they would never be,
flaming winds stirring
precious hours.
Once again, we could sleep on beds
of soft words raining down
into all of our emotions
and dream
in poetic showers.

I held the music down with everything I had
Tried to contain it in my soul
Still those notes wandered out winding round
Every piece of me
They could hold

Tried hard not to listen to that which I love
Walked down a path, new to me
Still my first love, I kept, within my heart so dear
To my roots, I held on
Helplessly

I cannot hold the music down, no matter how I try
Music,  is in the soul of me
My very essence is controlled by a melody
I sing, each time
I breathe

Lyrical expression flows through my veins
Music dances in my poetry
Harmony will be found one day when I sing
The words, I write
And breathe

For what reason do my songs appear to dance with beauty
Among the red leaves tossed in autumn winds
If not for the sake of this love, I hold in my heart for thee
This fondness, which glows within

Full in your view, the loveliest apparitions fix speaking eyes
Upon the leaves dancing in song enamored of thee
A fine expression is heard in a rustling of whispered sighs
I smile in knowing, they speak to me

A splash of colors, yellow and orange begin to also hear
I watch them surrendering to dance the same
Tossed within this fondness they appear
To know and call your name

For what reason do my songs appear to dance with beauty
Among these leaves tossed in autumn winds
If not for the sake of this love, I hold in my heart for thee
Then they must dance because they can

Is there an everlasting rose of youth in an angel’s eyes
Viewing the world as a coming twilight
Can we hear a solemn hour in the web of a sigh
As it feigns surprise
In the night

Does hope pursue half the keepers who are weeping
Within those rains of remembrance
Or keep still while their hearts are beating
In the wildest silent rhythm
Of life’s dance

When is the golden seed of delight planted in our cheer
So that it becomes an everlasting rose
Does it bloom just out of our reach each year
Yet still remain lingering luminous
In the form of hope

I've come here to explore
This menage you call your island
A place of refuge for your soul
And where your spirit is enlivened

Such an air of familiarity
I feel here in this place
Things unseen, as of yet, but known
Like the wind upon my face

I drift along in wonderment
To see what I can find
And what I discover here amazes me
So like the back of my mind

There are memories that I find here
Of which I thought were all my own
Feelings unshared with anyone
But myself when all alone

We all view ourselves as like no other
And we are all unique, this is true
But I have found
That we are not so very different
As I see myself, in so much of you

My heart knows you see the stars I paint in our sky
That you have given each one a name
No words do you ever have to speak of them
I can tell you know they are there
By the look I always see
In your eyes

You never have to tell me that you adore my moon
That sings out to your sun each day
My heart knows we both carry the same tune
And that you understand
All the things
I say

My heart knows you hear the sweet music I make
Even if I cannot hear you singing along
That you have memorized each and every take
Your heart is never off key
Because, you know
My song

All the stars that I paint in our sky shine for you
My heart shines the same
The sweet music I make you make with me too
When you give these stars
I paint in our sky
A name

You delight in the presence of a moment in heaven
where you are invincible
within your colorful memories.
It is here you dance to sounds that move in reply
from hills you drove to the sea.

Do you realize that your laughter can melt hearts
but that it is no crime
to not sit alone in your pain?
That your mystique points a finger at your smile
and the frown in your eyes the same.

Many hearts have spaces where the world has lit candles
as a sacrificial move of their own heartbeat.
Yet, our own desire
to hold on tight to skeletons of discontent
readily admits defeat.

In days long past you filled two cups with ease.
Yet, when given the choice of filling three,
you set a trail ablaze
remembering the hidden reasons
why your hands should be set free.

Yes, you delight in the presence of a moment in heaven
where you are invincible
within your colorful memories.
I only hope you will not be forever snared
in the reality of your fantasy.

You have chilled the spaces in your heart by blocking
out the rays of life
when you sit alone in your rain.
None can claim to know your heart yet;
many are willing to share your pain.