as life creeps in
like flowers mid-winter;
you wonder how
you walked this far alone

when noise grows silent
like nothing else matters;
before or after
is all quite unknown

one day you wake up,
look down the coffee cup
& out into the world
into memories furled

and suddenly you see
this is the life of me
where ever did it go?
i'd really like to know

like the wave of a wand
it's here, then it's gone
we do and we don't
we can and we won't

oh, let's make the best
take care of the rest
surrender to the tides
and just enjoy the ride

Thank you for watering me each day, like a summer rose,
even on the days when my thorns ***** you,
and even on the days when my petals fall.

Maybe like a star twinkles, so does love;
It can't always be at its brightest, but it is never completely dark,
& just as you may glance away,
the tiny light draws you back into its line of sight
so that you can gaze upon it and watch it grow back into something beautiful that you never want to leave.

Do you see how brilliant you truly are?
Your light shines on every soul in the room,
no matter how near or no matter how far:
your seeds wander out, are watered, and bloom.

Are you a brush for my golden hair,
or a stunningly sharp dagger - so rare?;
Small ends of my skin stand up
in applause for your arrival,
but the question of survival still remains:
A garden of day? Or a garden of night?
I am no owl, but I can see in the dark.
Normally a dog runs at a strike,
But I may look back, I might,
As I watch the sun fade...then grow again:
It shrinks as the light fills me, so warm!
As we share; can we love,
with an endless melody, rather than
an excerpt of being?
Whether yin or yang, I still see the air between...
Is it you too, or only me?
Be my daggerbrush,
because my hair still needs to be cut
after some time --
So, keep me in line,
and I'll look after you, truly.

luring pixies into your swamp
as i catch fireflies on my tongue
we all have our habits, don't we?