Take Me In Your Arms,
I Want To Be Safe,
A Place Of No Harm,
I Need Your Embrace,
Take Me By The Hand,
And Look Into My Eyes,
You're My Man,
I Know You Don't Tell Lies,
I'm Tired Of All These People,
Who Try To Get In Our Way,
I'm Tired Of All The People,
Who Ruin Our Days,
I Want My Dreams To Come True,
Sitting On Hill And Watching The Sunset,
It Would Be Just Me And You,
Neither Of Us Would Ever Be Upset,
Put Your Hand On Mine,
Seal The Last Seconds Of Light With A Kiss,
Our Hearts Would Be Intwined,
Exchange My Worries For Bliss,
And As The World Around Us Gets Dark,
Let Us Enjoy The Natural Light,
Let Our Love Embark,
I Promise I'll Love You,
For The Rest Of My Life

Some People,
Say I

Have A Way,
With Words

What if I were to sleep?
What if I were to fly?
What if I were to leap
From the red bridge nearby?

What if I were to sleep?
What if I were to fly?
What if I were to sing
Forever from the sky?

What if I were to sleep?
What if I were to fly?
What if I were to leap
From the red bridge nearby.

The Great Creator Sat, Smiling Solemnly,
As He Molded A Soul From River Clay,
He Took In A Deep Breath As He Plucked A Ray,
From The Sun Nearest To Our World,
He Gently Placed It Inside The Earthenware,
Giving It Life--Giving It A Smile

The Great Creator Sat, Pondering It's Housing,
The Soul Sparkled As It Awaited It's Home,
Awaited It's Time To Prosper,
The Great One Took Two Feathers From The Bird,
Who Calls, "Jay", And Placed Those Pale Blue
Feathers Upon The Irises The Soul Would Wear,
He Peered Into The Sea, And Found The Richest,
Darkened Blue Hues Which He Placed Onto The Eyes

The Great Creator Looked In The Most Beautiful Garden,
And Plucked Two Rose Petals, The Palest Pinks,
Then Placed Them As Thin Lips Upon The Face,
He Selected The Golden-Brown Hues Of Wheat,
For The Skin Of Which The Soul Would Wear,
And He Found The Blackest Of The Night Skies,
And Molded It Into Hair

The Great Creator Sculpted The Housing From Granite,
Wrapping It Around The Soul,
He Then Put On The Finishing Touches And Sent The Soul To Earth,
Yet The Soul Did Not Feel At Home,
Therefor,
That Is Why The Great Creator Gave Him,
A Baby Girl

The Pearl Pink Petals Of My Heart Are Wilting,
Their Silk Like Skin Is Turing Rough And Rugged,
Recoiling They Abate Under Your Frostbitten Chops,
I've Wished For So  Long That Your Flush Pink Lips,
Would Tenderly Kiss This Flower Called, A Soul,
I Handed You This Treasure, Warning  You, Softly
That It Was A Million Pieces Just A Short While Ago

But As You Held The Semi-Broken Artifact I Saw,
That Indeed You Had Thrown Caution To The Wind,
That Your Hands Were No Longer A Nest, But A Cage,
You're Eyes Were No Longer Hazel, But Gray,
And The Way You Whisper Goodnight Was Not A
Joy, But A Hate, For I Knew I'd Be Serving You For Another Day...

Feathers Flapping In Frigid Wind,
Wonderfully White--Smooth As Tin,
Lustrous As The Sun On A Sailfish's Fin,
Frantic Thoughts Calmed By A Pure Grin,
The Cold Pushed Away From My Soft Skin,
By All Of Life's Distant Kin

The Dampness Of My Cheeks Dried,
The Grin Still Shining--Ultimatly Bona Fide,
The Tangled Strings Of My Puppet Carefully Untied,
The Waves Of Destiny A Gentle Tide,
Lapping--Healing My Soul's Battered Sides,
The Stars In There Started To Collide,
Creating Flames--Warming All The Chilling Horrors I've Had To Abide

The Spark In My Eyes Fueled By Flapping Wings,
And My Heart Lulled To Peace By A Symphony Of Strings,
So Joyous I Had To Sing,
And Even Though My Scars Still Sting,
They Are Healing From The Kiss Of Angelic Wings,
My World No Longer Ruled--By The Illuminti King

Would You Be Willing To Love Me,
If You Had To Hold My Broken Bones?
Would You Dare To Love Me,
Even If The Truth Is Cold As Stone?
Would You Be Willing To Hold Me,
If You Knew My Secrets?
Would You Be Willing To Stay,
Even Though He Didn't?

Crows Feet Steam From The Corner Of Your Eyes,
Each Crease A Permanent Remnant Of A Smile,
Laugh Lines Inch Across Your Cheeks,
A Memory Of Every Relivable Moment,
Folded Fingers,
Grasping Dreams That We're Accomplished,
Or Maybe Even Ones That Have Died,
Wrinkled Fingers Entwined,
Eternally With The Love Everyone Has Given,
Worn And Warm Palms,
Press Against Eachother,
Keeping All Of Your Promises Safe,
In Mortal Hands,
Don't Be Ashamed Of The Creases Which Lace,
Your Soft Skin,
Each One A Trail Of Wisdom,
Which You Trecked Over Years,
Gaining Knowledge With Every Step,
The World's Secrets,
Enclosed Under A Cloud Of Vanilla Fragrance,
Yet We All Have So Much To Learn--Still

Morning Dew Sparkled,
On Your Long Black Eyelashes,
As You Softly Grinned

                        Your Lips Looked Cozy,
                   As They Rested On Your Face,
                          Sweetly They Smiled

                                      When You Closed Your Eyes,
                                        All The Color In The World,
                                                  Grew A Shade **Darker

Sweet summer rains that kiss calm seas;
The cricket’s song that travels on the breeze.
Evening and daytime, what lies in between,
Painted, still waters, in twilight you gleam.
Horizons are born and hidden by night,
Each small star unimaginably bright.
Nestled in slumber, one lies in your heart,
A beacon of light from which you won’t part.
Sounds of the earth awaken you gently as
Morning emerges offering you plenty. You are
Innocent flowers who are greeting the sun.
The mountains and canyons, cratered and dun. You are my
Home, and my forever only one

Whenever I See You,
I Always Ask What's Wrong,
You Say I Don't Have A Clue,
I Know You're Strong,
But I'm Afraid I'll Lose You,
Of That One Dark Temptation,
I've Stopped You Before,
But How Long Will It Be,
Before You Do It Once More?

You Asked Me,
If I Runaway Would You Come With
I Know How Badly You Wish To Be Free,
But I Said Yes Pretending It Was A Myth,
I Wish I Could Save You,
From The Depths Of Dispare,
If I Did,
What Else Would Be Lurking There?
You Told Me Half The Story,
But What Does That Do?
You Told Me,
If I Told You, You Might Want To Help
The Only One Who Can Help,
Is Yourself