When you’re stretched too thin
And you find it hard to breathe
Just wait a little bit for me
So I can teach you to stand still

Even if I can’t do it myself
I will rip both of my eyes off
So you can finally see
I will rip both my legs off
So you can have something to stand with
And when I have nothing else to give
I will hand my heart in
To your calloused hands
That have bled out from trying

And I’ll confine to you my thoughts
The ones that don’t make sense at all
So you can cherish them and remember
All the good memories I have saved of you
So you can see yourself from my eyes
And realize, how perfect you are
How flawless you look, how quickly you talk
How with a single move
you can make a whole new star

All I need for you to know
Is that if you’re in a dead void
And you don’t have anything to hold on to
I will be by your side after only my soul’s left
And even if I’m too broken for you to mimic
Or too lost for you to find me
I’m grateful you have my heart
Because you could’ve never broken it in any pieces
because all the things you touch
Come alive in new raíces.

The flowers pass in waves
Waving as they go
Colours fit to burst
Petals pure as snow

The serenade of spring
The love new life will bring
Blossom on the trees
Fragrance on the breeze

While flowers pass in waves
Waving like they know
Colours fit to burst
Petals pure on show

The cavalcade of spring
When pigeons coo and sing
Heart strings stretched out tight
Each day’s a new delight.

(Plucking in the night ;)

As the Earth turns,
Does the sun rise?
I pray this world is more than a trick on my eyes.
And when it sets,
Is it really out?
Will my life do the same when it's my turn to bout?
I'll find a way to rotate and spin, start again and begin.

The boy I loved before you was so beautiful- but only on the outside,

A handsome face that hid a wicked grin,
He was a master of disguise,

The boy I loved before you swept me off my feet- but only for a little while,

He built me up and then he knocked me down,
And he did it with a smile,

The boy I loved before you destroyed me- but only for a little while,

He left my pieces broken, scattered,

But you fixed them,
And you did it with a smile.

The holiness of life
is not that critical when you're young
adults are so afraid

to put it at risk
but the limits lie further
than their worries tell

if you just remain elastic
not vegetating undead
as a saint according

to expectations, but consuming
who you are because of who you are
as a fire

holy
healing
raging
      
without death

The house of my youth

has been rebuild: younger bricks –


for younger people.

I remember once when I was young, looking out into the sunset
and thru the sky a long stretched line was spread, the tail of a jet.
Beautiful.  Purple.  Orange.  Red.
I remember staring off, trying to imagine myself standing on the horizon's edge.
I thought, what magical wonderful things could there be beyond the end?
Is there anything beyond the horizon?

Now I'm older, as I see that line's been like a rainbow to me.
It still reminds me it's here.
Fades away when I get near.
It's not as beautiful, regrettably so.
Guess there's something sublime about things we don't know.
Perhaps life is that way, when the horizon is gone.
We just can't see, but it also goes on.