I began writing here at the age of twenty
Eight years later, some days and nights
I found those clouds I saw off in the distance
She had bright blue eyes
Pink lemonade lips
Those aren't what made me love her though
The way she looks at my son did
Her laugh and the hum of her breath helped
His giggle and hands showed me truth
Taught me things I didn't know I needed to learn
Lest I not forget the wonderful dead
Who showed me what I had
What I've earned
And what I still have to strive for
Yeah, I guess it's been eight years
I suppose I will continue to write
Continuing at the age of twenty-eight.

I am attempting to find balance
The balance of all things
For I am an unbalanced man
But, for you I wish to balance the world
As Atlas I hope to be strong
Undeserving as I am
I dream of your love
If I've lost it
Or if I've just finally found I've always had it
Baby steps is what it takes
As I'm inching towards our future
On my tippy toes, hoping you'll help me along the way

January cold
Hearts soft like snow
My breath dances in the air
Sad and down
My own presence dictates the motive
Heart beat slow, but my pulse feels fast
The last time I felt like this
I wanted to disappear
And the world wouldn’t be the wiser

The shape of her naked curves
Casted against the wall
In the pure moonlight
Crashing waves whispering her to sleep
Sleep struggled murmurs
I'd rather be here than anywhere in the world
Even Everest and the deep black mass
For you are my Everest
My ocean of black
Further more
You are in essence
Life itself

The salt crusted breeze
Creaking of the sea washed wood
As the sails billow in the wind
I saw it, the heart of the sea
Buried deep in the black mass
That is my tomb
Drowning in sins
Calling my name
Dying with light