i am lost in a dark sleep
a never-ending maze of demons
haunting ivy crawling on stone
rotting wood covered in moss

i wind around corners
meeting new horrors with each step
a figure with no face
a beast with ****** fangs

i try to run but my feet are concrete
slowly consuming my legs
becoming one with my flesh
yet i persevere

i see a light through a thick fog
my heartbeat cracks the concrete
i rush with the wind
breathing in salvation

i break through the fog
light pours over my body
bathing me in life and love
i am reborn

I came across a tree stump
Upon I placed my sorrow
Hoping that it would grow
back as a weeping willow

Wanting for it to hold snow again
Descending from its head to mine
To feel the cold down my spine
A gift from the tree's branch line

But this stump is all that's left
Of a tree that once stood tall
from before I learnt to crawl
I am saddened to see it fall

I feel the rage of ocean storms
Bubbling inside of my chest
Now with nowhere that I can rest
Cursing the stump as all that's left

But amongst this frozen ground
I spot a sapling making its way
And I knew that there'd be a day
When things would become okay

Every word falls deaf
Soundless songs depress, suppress
Any ability to breathe music (of my own)
An empty vessel, ravaged,
Through a torturous fountain of
Words: letters, syllables violently clawing
(Towards the Sun, any inkling of light)
Spewing in such a horrible way
Just to once again find relevancy
To flow like waterfalls, nurturing
The saplings of the low valleys
To bloom, and flower into peace and
Be Reborn.

Feels like just yesterday
You were, taken away
Your that spark inside
That keeps me alive
You are the reason that I write
You are the light in the night

Hope you can hear this
Hope you can feel it
Hope you see when I perform it
This is what I can do
To send my love to you

Imagine if stars
were souls just passed
Imagine if shooting stars
Were souls being
reborn again
That's a cycle of life
I want to believe in.

I lay awake
I hurt, I break
I can give, I can take
I'm brave at the
same time afraid
I hope, I pray
Some days I lose faith
I fear, I shake
Without you here
Everything feels unclear

Hope you can hear this
Hope you can feel it
Hope you see when I perform it
This is what I can do
To send my love to you

Imagine if stars
were souls just passed
Imagine if shooting stars
Were souls being
reborn again
That's a cycle of life
I want to believe in.

I still think of memories
I feel pain, yeah I still cry
Feel like I'm dying inside
I'm hurting, broken, scared
I still wonder how you are
Do you receive my love
Do you hear my thoughts
In my prayers
Do you know I still wish
You were here

Hope you can hear this
Hope you can feel it
Hope you see when I perform it
This is what I can do
To send my love to you

Imagine if stars
were souls just passed
Imagine if shooting stars
Were souls being
reborn again
That's a cycle of life
I want to believe in.

©2017 Written By Benji James

Broken heart colors flatten the sky
Mountains are formed in the air
A fire lights a path through the sand
No matter how beautiful your goodbye
I can no longer live just to watch you go

Everything you want is right here, but
There’s not enough of you to take it
You left too much behind
You gave everything you had
Except a tear from another time

Pieces of you once washed up on shore
I tripped over them walking in the surf
You didn’t care about being pushed away
Or if the tide claimed you back again
Only a shell hopes for a strangers touch

It’s a movie we’ve already seen
A book both of us has read
I don’t want to think like that
If only you could see what I see
A future without the past in it

It’s not that your heart is confused
It’s just that its lost its purpose
Once you loved life recklessly
Now it’s as if you’ve forgotten how
But remembering is how you breathe

Twinkling stars shine
brightly in the cloudy sky
dancing by the moon.

Though the stars do die,
others take their place in the
cloudy moonlight sky.

When the stars die they
fall to the earth like a flame
then crash. Stars now dull.

So that is how the
cycle goes: Shine, fall, crash, die.
But new stars can form

not only for Christians
ideas of coming back to life

    like older myths
    of fertility and rebirth

are infinitely attractive