though a sea of guilt
so deep surrounds me
I am at peace
beneath the swell of dreams
that drown me
I am so profoundly sorry
for how you found me
washed ashore
alone
without your arms around me

i see you in the sun
i feel you in the air that's warm
and for the ocean floor
that creeps
unto the shore
i will love you more
with every wave
that drags away the sand
to bring each grain
back to the sea
i will love you
as the falling moon
sets sails to sleep
i will love you every night
before and as i dream
until the stars align
and you are lying
next to me

rolled oats for
the holy ghost
more is less for
the blessed most
rusted chains on
crowns for claim
the sick and stitched
burn bread for flame
teach a fish to
catch a man
and feed a sea
of hungry hands
give a hand a
fish to eat
and thankless teeth
will bleed the meat

My thoughts of you are constant,
in my waking life your presence is clear
as shallow sands below the crystal shore.
I can still feel your warmth,
it covers me like the rays of a thousand suns.
And between the distance of our hearts,
grows a garden of eternal love.
But in my dreams, you are not.
Your soul has wandered far and out of touch.
In my sleep, I fear that you will forever be lost.
When I close my eyes,
a shadow swallows up my mind,
and your memory is faint and fades with time.
And every morning when I wake
I think of you and pray,
that just for one more day,
in my mind you will stay.

love,
left alone to conquer pain
face to face,
faith versus fate.

while all the others
begged and borrowed,
I picked at flowers;
inside the seams
of concrete gardens.

all but one lonely soul
hangs from limbs of tired trees
in a dense forests of hearts,
and endless flow of blood through leaves.
under one sky,
under one moon;
a canopy of hope
set atop a floor of dreary dead,
laid to rest in a damp field of dirt
walked upon by careless feet.
hollowed eyes stop and gaze
to see,
endlessly;
a sea of worried beasts
stomping through a muddy path.
and through the weeds
a breeze shall breath
a quiet call,
and put to sleep
a lonely me.

far from the ground
a sun faced sea shines on me
no trouble i see but a sail with no wind
to catch no worry in the air
should i swim so long and tire arms
and reach the golden glaze ahead?
on islands set down to catch a glimpse  
of flocking beasts and friendly herds

in the beaming light of sun kissed skies
innocent eyes
pure and clean as porcelain white  
are forced in time,  
without the bright of past in sight,
to face the shadows from the night.