From swaddling clothes,
earth and heaven knows,
he left a mark that never fades,
from dusty , rocky, roads and trails,
to rusty, bitter hammered nails,
he lived and died and lives again and I've got to say,
that I've been left with his WORD and a soul that's saved,
and a thankful heart filled with the love I craved,
and all the humbleness a king should show,
on a star lit night wrapped in swaddling clothes.

He gave her his love,
Salt of her tears— shining gift,
Both heaven and earth.

We've got nothing to do &
Nowhere to go

It's a quiet late afternoon
An orange ambient sky
+ you & I

Under the oak tree in
My family's ranch

Coming from toxic homes and
Chemical airs and dying American dreams

Coming from crying-baby apartments
And alcohol-bottle floors

Both laying down here thinking we
Hadn't had a fair chance

Until we found each other.

And as the sun sinks into the land
Our shade spreads out everywhere

And as the cars create a muffled roar
Just past the tree-line,
I think,

"Maybe one day we'll be
Anywhere but here"

You're a crazy person,

with your backwards
feet
that keep
finding their lost way
to

me -

an iron-wrought
Stubbornist
with morals
galore,
full of

delightfully
annoying
complexes.

You're genuinely
insane
the way you
brush off your pain
and slide your
arms
around me
anyway,

or

how you
ridiculously
forget
the soft spot
i hit
by the time
the silence
takes over.

One look in
your eyes,

the sound of
your sighs,

the signs,
my love,
are there.

You're a crazy person,
indeed,
to say that you
need

a person
like me

to love.