It's quiet now
The wedding vows are said
and all that's left is picking up
   the pieces of your life.
You can't make her love you
You can't make her live her vows
You can't make the beauty happen
   that you thought this step would bring
And all you have is that
   It's quiet now.

It's quiet now
The funeral is over
and all that's left is picking up
   the pieces of your life.
You can't fight death
You can't bring back your son
You can't make yourself a father
   like you thought this step would do
And all you have is that
   It's quiet now.

It's quiet now
Her boyfriend has gone home
and all that's left is picking up
   the pieces of your life.
You can't make her leave him
You can't make her face that resent death
You can't make her love you
   no matter what you do
And all you have is that
   It's quiet now.

It's quiet now
Your faith is left in shatters
and all that's left is picking up
   the pieces of your life.
You can't make God help you
You can't deny He's real
You can't make yourself love Him
   with all that you've been through
And all you have is that
   It's quiet now.

She looks like springtime
Fresh and new
She walks like the rain
Her breath is dew
Her voice is moonlight
On the sea
With sunlight's warmth
She touches me

Is she a dream
This lady fair
As soft as mist
As sweet as air
Or is she real
And will she stay
To help me chase
The gloom away

She is a song
In harmony
With the one
Sung within me
Just as the moon
Will move the tide
So with her mind
Does my heart ride

Biscuits baking in the oven,
Rain pours down outside -
My head is full of internal noise;
It hurts, but I am not unhappy.
I have learned to ignore those things
which stand in the way of life.
The bass player up stairs is trying,
he practices his riffs
but does not form a song.
A cat sleeps on curtains that have fallen
and no one seems concerned.
I have no thoughts, just feelings
ill formed and unclear yet there.
Stuffed with things I did not choose,
The smell of biscuits bring me back.
They are my anchor to here and now.

In the trees outside the birds are whistling
In my mind's eye their feathers glistening
Some how I know that they are listening
To sunrise colours of the day

My heart is filled with sweet old memories
And I recall what it is to be at ease
On a day like this life still can really please
And I smile at the sound of their song

I knew a time when the days were all like this
From dawn to dawn my life was filled with bliss
Birds called my name and the sun and moon would kiss
At the start and the end of each day

So now I stop every time I hear them sing
And I accept any moment that their song might bring
For in their notes is the hidden breath of spring
And the thoughts of the joys not quite gone

within the deepness of my soul,
I have found you living there
in my dreams - a burning coal
passion filled, a feeling rare

I have found you living there
the sweetness of it fills my heart
passion filled, a feeling rare
I do not know just how to start

the sweetness of it fills my heart
though what we say may not be heard
I do not know just how to start
this feeling, more than any word

though what we say may not be heard
it matters not what others say,
this feeling, more than any word,
keeps me warm through night till day

it matters not what others say,
in my dreams - a burning coal
keeps me warm through night till day
within the deepness of my soul.

We fell in love, that is all that I know,
no matter what happens it will remain,
When we were young, just a while ago,
my heart made a choice that shall never wain

No matter what happens it will remain,
though our life has not been always so kind,
my heart made a choice that shall never wain
if I am with you, then I do not mind

Though our life has not been always so kind,
in better or worse it is all the same,
if I am with you then I do not mind,
I am at your side in health or in pain

In better or worse it is all the same
though some may question or say it is wrong,
I am at your side in health or in pain
I do not care about what says the throng

Though some may question or say it is wrong,
nothing has changed from what I remember,
I do not care about what says the throng,
this shall remain til life's cold December

Nothing has changed from what I remember,
When we were young, just a while ago,
this shall remain til life's cold December
We fell in love, that is all that I know.

How do I miss thee?
Let me count the ways:
I miss your loving heart
that beats with a deep caring for others
to the limits of its strength
and perhaps beyond.
I miss the warm communication of your arms
when, from time to time, they say the things that words fail
with a touch, a hug, a gentle pat.
I miss the wit and wisdom that is you
that warms my soul and helps my heart to beat
when life has dragged it down.
I step outside to clear my head,
for the heat of the day lingers in my room
heavy, as if to echo my heart,
and find that the sky cries down
with gentle tears as though it too feels
the longing of my heart at this parting.
For though I have not yet left,
the knowledge that I shall makes me feel
as though the leaving was too long ago
and though I know in my head that it will be
only a short time in hours that I am gone
my soul feels the weight of it as if
those hours might be years.
I miss thee with all my being
for you complete me
in ways that words can not express.
And so I wait the appointed hour
with the desire that I might already be returning,
Your side is where I am meant to be
You are my strength, more so than you might know.
When I do things alone, they have no meaning
when I do things with you, they give me purpose.
You are the moon that lights my path
and keeps me safe in the darkness.