Follow me. Where you ask?
Into the nest of me and he.
Lay your love. How strong you ask?
Like the depths of the ocean, and the strength of the sea.
Hold on. How tight you ask?
Like a meteor in the sky; fixed in space but free.


                                                 *s.q.

Symbol of joy,
and things that have been.
Searching for wonders,
And things unseen.

Symbol of peace,
And summers long past.
Searching for secrets,
and things that will last.

Symbol of pain,
and wars from afar.
Searching for friendship,
and leaving with scars.

Symbol of change,
and those friends long dead.
Searching for laughter,
and leaving with hearts of lead.

Symbol of unity,
and standing together.
Searching for the end,
and finding it lasts forever.

You are
dreams to me
magical and mystical but fleeting

You are
hope to me
strong and powerful but diminishing

You are
forever to me
continuous and intriguing but pointless

You are
laughter to me
my only thoughts to me
the saviour from my darkest days to me
                                                           twisting changing
Calm down and trust it, they say

I don't know what to write
When you're in pain and crying
I don't know the right notes
To sing the right words for you
And I don't have the right notes
To play for you to rid your pain and suffering

When I don't know what to write
When I don't know what what notes to sing of play it's always you who's there

I can't write anything when you come to mind
You make my writers block show
You make my singing voice speechless
You make my notes sound flat and lifeless
I don't know what to write, sing, or play to make you feel beautiful
I can't sketch away your feelings
I don't know what to write
I don't know what to sing
I don't know what to play
to comfort you
But I can be there
*I can hold you when you're crying and in pain
I will try to say the right words
do the right right things

such a small word
blending into the background
always making an appearance
but never recognized
so used
so beaten up
so lost among the swirling fog
such a simple concept
but as familiar to us as water
slowly trickling over our sentences
over our words
embellishing our writing without us even knowing
sometimes
i like to think
that we should become more aware
of the little things
of the tiny details
of the lowercase
in our lives



-k.l.