In the meanest time of summer
when the sun cracks the pavement
and swelter fills your lungs
a call to the dispossessed is in order.
Consider the river washers,
and the alley dwellers
who are simply thankful for today.
Chew on a bitter piece of perspective
and ask yourself;
if you had to carry a cross to your own death
would you complain about the heat?

Smile me a river,
May it capture my dreams.
Carry them down,
Life's rugged streams.
Up and down,
splashing, scurrying
Hanging on by the strength in hope
From a easy flow,to a heavy hurrying.
From the littlest of waves,
To spinning and twirling.
Clench my dreams, carry them through.
All these elements,  to share with you.

woods surrounded us
full of clatter and charm
we lay beneath a woven blanket
you fit snug into my arms
that dark hair twisting in my fingers
your laughter and gentle kisses
complimenting the words that
filled my ears
I hate it, I hate it
these dreams abound with you
I don't even love you anymore
I don't even care
I don't even remember how to love
so why do they haunt me?
why do they taunt me?
why can't I let them
go?

Careless actions and careless words
Break
The very threads that I keep trying to mend and
You're moving at a faster rate
Than I can fix