It's empty now,
big dark empty spaces,
except for where the light
comes through in shafts
between the splintered
wood and cracks
and holes we made
on hot summer days

punching through our
youthful exuberance
and wide-eyed innocence
laughing like screech owls
falling from the sky after
a night of too much shine

And it lingers,
the smell of purest sweat
from pores of exploration
singing out to cries of
wild abandonment
in the breeze that flutters
paisley and polka dots
with plaid and denim
patched in the worn
out spots

And it's there,
still after rainstorms
and duststorms and
windstorms and
the constant tug of war
between the scorching sun
and the balmy moon

The paint we brushed
on barely dry wood, with
old bristles bunched in
clumsy handles, wielded
by fresh beginnings

Weathered, seasoned,
chipped, peeling,
ingrained and
hanging on

Still there

In the eye of making it in mind.
It is a simple touch, divine.
Of the age that is upon us.
So be nothing but honest.
'Cause she lifts the soul that's separate.
No hate. No hurt. No feeling desperate.

It's the beautifully un-imagined dimension.
That peaceful, patient, pure intention.
And I'll lock in every here & now.
A feeling, a check-point, a 'knowing' how.
Then the universe, it wants to dance!
And I did call upon this chance..
Been a spiral spin through each one yet.
A push, a step, I won't forget.
But I wonder what is coming next?
What my mind will manifest.
What sort of series of events,
Will this raw thought just have me sent?

Maybe a milking of emotions?
Surely sad talks and smart notions.
Big love, big sun, and big dance.
High skies, high times, and high trance.
A simple there and simple back.
Words that say this, but really mean that.
And I will pull back, I do retract.
'Cause inside there's nothing to distract,
My touch on divine;
My making it in mind.
The age that is upon us.
Be simple. Be honest. <3

Behind my eyes, you're all I see
Golden orange, little tabby
I scramble for the words to say
But they all just seem to melt away
You make me fly
You get me high
With lips and eyes that smile so
Make it seem as if you glow
Soft and sweet, like laffy taffy
Cartoon cat you are so daffy
Delicious kisses, artsy boy
You've come to bring me so much joy
My candy addiction
You seem like fiction
Burning nights away with you
Wake to find the dreams were true

I don’t think you like being lost
I don’t mind so much
Truthfully, I usually don’t notice until I’m back
And I realized I glazed through the
Minutes, hours, days
You seem to notice every second
Cringing at the emptiness
I hurt for you
I hurt with you
Sometimes we have to leave
Get lost
In order to find
What we’re looking for
The answer
The part of ourselves
It’s easy for me
To take a step back and wander off
Deep into my own mind
Into other places, other worlds
I can walk right out of reality without thinking twice
And I don’t miss it
I wish I knew how to help you
Make it less painful
Make you less sad
Something I could do
Or say
To make you see
That we need to be lost
To be found