It tastes like peppermint
Smells like snow
Feels like sunshine in a garden row.
It teases like raindrops
And giggles like flame
It looks like a snowflake: it’s never the same
It whispers like willows
And sings like the wind
It hums like a rainstorm about to begin.
It flies like an eagle
It’s warm like the sun
It’s the promise of love that has barely begun.

I will meet you at the end of your imagination
Where all your creativity has been used up
And the sky is white, and empty
And the grass stands stick straight in uniform
And the wind blows, but it moves nothing.
There, where everything is hopeless
And you’ve run out of time
And energy, and strength
And all you want to do is curl up
And block out the whiteness because you know
As hard as you try to stand
Nothing will change, it will all stay the same.
There, I will meet you.
And when I see you standing on the cliff
Overlooking the dead landscape
Of white, hopeless monotony
I will hand you a paintbrush
With bright orange paint.
And I will hold an identical one in my hand.
And the next time the wind that moves nothing blows
We will run with it, dragging our paintbrushes
We will paint the wind orange.
And everything it touches from then on
Shall be tinted with the burning of sunsets.
Then I will give you purple
And we will paint the trees
So every leaf that falls scatters the ground
With lush, seductive midnight.
Then the mountains will be red,
So when the snow from the tips melts
And runs down in furious rivers
The soil will absorb the fire and heat.
We will paint the grass and flowers blue
And let all their seeds scatter drops of sky
Across the landscape.
We will throw paint balloons of yellow
Up into the clouds
So when it rains, it is not water that falls
But tears of sunshine.  
And then,
I shall take every color of the world,
The new world that we have painted
And I shall paint you like a rainbow,
So wherever you step
You spread more and more color.
And we will decorate the end of your imagination.

Oh, love, you crazy thing
Pain you take and pain you bring.
Harsh honesty, that’s all you’ve ever been.  
A brutal mirror of the hope within.

To love, to love, the poets cried
The beauty, the wonder, the glory inside
Oh god, to love, it’s the only desire!
That as if to say death is best by fire.

Ah, love, the sweet taste of spring
The blind man can see, the deaf man can sing.
But beware the storms of summer love
You can’t see the thunder that lurks above.

To love, to hope, to dream, to gain
Like summer snow or winter rain
One moment flawless, the next it’s gone
Forever never seemed so long.

Promise made and promise broke
The silent dread of newfound hope,
The kind you know will just be shattered
The promise never really mattered.

The beauty of the rose in bloom
That hides the thorns of lurking doom
To love, to love, to fly or fall
Tis better that, than not love at all.

A melody and steady beat
Silver ice and burning heat
Amber glow and blinding light
Bright as day and dark as night
A heart as open as the sky
I'll catch each single tear you cry
And turn them into shining glass
That shatter when the tears have passed
I capture every laughing grin
And keep them in a crystal tin
And someday, when you need to see
I'll let all of our laughter free
Your every wish upon a star
I keep inside a golden jar
And when your wishes have come true
I'll give the old ones back to you.
Each love that you send away
I'll write their name in muddy clay
And when you want to take a look
I'll give you back the earthen book.
Every time you say my name
My heart keeps it to contain
Until your voice I ache to hear
And my heart plays it to my ear.
When I see you walk away
Listen, and you'll here me say
"Because of you, I still feel free,
Because you're you, I can be me."

She danced across the sidewalk

Her tiny boots splashing the puddles of color

Blue, pink, green, yellow

Her pigtails smudged with paint

Brown, blonde, black, red

She dances through the rainbow rain.



He walks to work, leaden, heavy

His shoes are black, but polished

With red, and orange, and yellow

His hat is dark blue and his coat is green

His smile is coal, traced in red,

His face white, with eternal teardrops

Etched on his face. 



The boy and girl, young, shy

Their hands delicately intertwined with strands of purple

Strings of yellow electricity

Jumping from heart to heart

Red raindrops fall up from the sidewalk

Gravitationally drawn to them

Tracing their faces before flying away.



The seagull collides with clouds of orange

His wing tips blue and wispy

His beak green as the sea

Purple fog tints his stomach

As he tumbles through aqua wind

My window only filters mango light

My ceiling the color of honey

The air above the floor is black

The space beneath the ceiling is white

And everything in between covers my body

In rainbow rain.

At Monday's lunch you shook my hand
We danced on Tuesday with the band
Wednesday saw us at the park
We kissed on Thursday in the dark
Friday, bells began to sing
On Saturday, I got a ring
And Sunday, dressed in white and blue
I held your hand and said, "I do."

A drawing I dropped behind the past

Never to look at, never to last

I locked it away and swore to forget
I thought I had, but I haven’t yet.
The picture filled the twisted screen
It said brand new, but a picture I’d seen
The drawing you placed in my hand long ago

And promised to follow wherever I go.

The promise was broken, though you held it true

I did the leaving, I broke us in two.
The banner I see was the same in my hand

So I peeled back the past without reprimand

No one was watching, no one would know

But I stare at the picture and the debt that I owe

I’m sorry I hurt you, I tried to forget
But clearly I haven’t forgotten it yet