When you swim out to sea and your limbs need a boat
turn all of you over and you'll learn how to float
See the water has welcomed each pace you have made
it is writing your story upon every wave
And when you are ready your book will be bound
by an author you've asked to be part of you now
A Scribe who intends to relay what you have said
or a snipe who's been hiding inside of your head

Reflection can be simple but so easy to ignore
when darkness casts a shadow over every single pore
in moments such as this let not your fingers reach to find
the wounds that have congealed themselves so perfectly in time
Instead of making circles round a past's familiar pain
retreat into your senses and embrace the hands of change
The difference made today might feel like nothingness at first
but follow through in boldness and again you'll find your worth
Tomorrow's moving forward while a yesterday holds back
and now's the only moment you may have to choose a track

A color I could never see I found inside of you
the deepest parts of us reflected every shade of blue
Depending on the moment I would speak in melodies
that I could never carry were you not right here with me
And even though our days have led us miles far apart
I find you in the chorus of the beat within my heart
The chords I scribed in blood because I've nothing left to give
"I want to break the silence," said her Spirit to my skin

there's nothing quite as beautiful as waking up to see
a day that beckons everything you thought could never be
for what does life inside the skin afford us but our death
a chance before we leave it to inhale another breath
but what if we were given able bodies somewhere else
a home made out of grace we used to carry in our cells
eternity unshaken by the aging hands of time
alive when there is nothing left, Truth cannot Truth deny

It's so unlike the heart to pass another's sorrow by
ignore it in an act we couldn't possibly deny
A seed sewn in our cells will cause the rot we fail to see
no blinder disposition could there ever truly be
One grain of salt is tasteless on a tongue that speaks to judge
forsaken by the veil removing every lesser love
Consider walking slowly if you choose to walk at all
don't chase away the sun again, without it you will fall

this year has been a cavalcade of everything I've done
but at the end of every day you've always been my sun
the light I rise to even when my body barely moves
the aromatic summertime that permeates my room
your seventh ring is forming now, we'll see it this July
the two and three two thousand ten turned water into wine
I drink without a second thought from hands that may be small
for they surrender whole in heart, your everything, your all