Peace I seek and peace I'll find
On the trail of pine and blue skies
A lonesome soul will not mind
The solitary search for signs

I have my regrets
So many of them
But what is life
Without imperfection
Our brokenness keeps us human
What do you do  
When you are hopeless
Lost in love
Helpless to hold onto him
Say what you feel
And make him believe it
Should this be a confession or a secret

The stars aligned
and the clouds parted but for a moment.

And in this moment
we were eternal
immortal
unscathed by the problems of this world.

We held on
cherishing every moment as it soared by.

The pain of tomorrow
lied over our heads;
the loneliness
the overwhelming sadness
the held back tears
killing us ever so softly.

Distance will rip us apart
love will stretch till it becomes to thin.
And our love will fade
like the morning mist,
consumed in the chaos
drowning in a world that is not fair.

But as for now
I will bask in your embrace
I will sing the songs of joy
I will hold on to this moment with you
forever.
I will close my eyes to the darkness
I will make my stand
and refuse to be intimidated by its shadow.
I will hold you close
and I will hold you dear.

And when the clouds come together once again
And those starry lights fade far into the night
I will know that you and I will be alright.

I feel so strongly this kind of beauty and pain
I could almost call it love
It’s in the music
There I find myself and always have
I hear my reflection coming back
The way my own heart aches
I know it best in the sounds
The melodies that string out
Telling me all that you mean
It hurts because maybe my life is too complicated
Maybe we won’t be able to make this work
I cry because I know the end looms
Summer and all good things with it will vanish
And I’ll be gone again
Away from you

Passion does not amount to volume alone.  It goes much deeper, all the way down into the depths of us. It is often the most silent among people who hold the heaviest weights of it.  In silence and time we transform from an immature and fleeting kind zeal into a strong and lasting passion.  Often in the haste of heated emotions one might act or speak, but that momentary expression is usually regretted immediately.  The kind of passion that brews in silence becomes ever a part of who you are.

Humans have a history of misjudging the motives of the master of the universe.  We are blind, deaf, crippled, and numb, locked in the after effects of our birth into sin.  God knows what it takes to open eyes.  For some it is painful, but if it means freedom from eternal pain it's worth it. Maybe the harder we are of heart the more it hurts to wake.

As far as our existence is concerned I'll hold to the theory of hope and purpose. They've dismissed the mystery in our breath, our beating hearts, the wind, the waves, how the stars are hung and lit, the endlessness of the heavens, how each plant and animal find a harmonious balance within the ecosystems.  There is mystery to be found out, not brushed aside as if it doesn't exist.