Nobody else in the world can see
the world around us quite like me.
Everyone else is depressed when it starts to rain,
but for me it washes away the pain
by encouraging the waters within to flow,
and releasing the tears I can no longer hold.
They say the sky is gray and gloom,
but I see dark shades of fluorescent blue.

Be careful with your heart boy,
Tiny Dancer's coming through.
She'll show you a good time,
But she won't fall in love with you.
She'll dance right through your life,
As if she's dancing to a song.
Don't attach - when summer ends,
Your Tiny Dancer will be gone.
Because her dance is one of freedom,
Always ending with a bow.
Don't ask her to stay or love you,
Tiny Dancers don't know how.

They have tried to conceal our love,
they've thrown up roadblocks, and smokescreens
to keep us from finding each other again,
but yet we always do. Our love has its own radar.
I can sense your heart beating, like an angelic drum
through the haze, and I know you can always hear the love
in my voice, even through the harsh foul static.

Even when you cannot respond, I know you know
my love is always glowing, like a lighthouse in the night.
Guiding you back to my harbor of eternal affection,
where my lips never tire of sounding the horn of our happiness.
I have stumbled for women before, like a blind man descending stairs.
But I never fell, until I tumbled head first into the bottomless pool
of your beauty. The only waters in which I would gladly drown,
have drowned, only to be rescued and resuscitated by your kisses.
  
Those who do not speak the language of our love, point their antennas our way,
they intercept our transmissions, but their code books are missing the pages
that explain how such emotion can be decoded. They only catch the grand communique,
always missing the short, but ever so loving messages, that come in daily
over the teletype of passion. Feverishly at this very moment, they wrack their brains
wondering at the deeper context of our words, but their is no hidden meaning,
behind the expression of affection. Love is its own context, and if they cannot translate it
then they are the ones at fault, not us. We have our own frequencies, and wavelengths.

Our Love shall always ring out in the darkness, even if we have to switch channels,
It will be there, to comfort us, and relieve the ache of our longing. I already have enough
in this world. Let them have the rest. All I need is our tiny daily broadcast, all I need is...
Our love.

You torture me
I give in

In my delusion
Words will bind
From pen to paper
Raw with insecurity
The truth is here
Resting in my bones
And breathing through
My every pore
My tongue has no chain
And will dance the steps
Of the songs in my mind
Like my body
These words move
They flow and pour
A waterfall in a garden
Hidden in my thoughts
Revealed in naked disposition  
The dance of my insanity
Put before my eyes
My human tendency
I'm awakened
By my own dream
I can see through the paint
I feel it all now
As hot as the sun
I've burnt the lies
And now I'm ash
Blown into the world
Not an ant
Just the kiss in the wind