If I said you mean everything to nothing
Would you believe me if I said that was me?
I am the empty null within your soul
The missing key you dropped
Lost in the muck along the trail
Drained by the rain
In a stream along the weeping willows
If I said you mean everything to nothing
Would you say I am that very thing?
The darkness in the night
Still and cold with a silent fight
Well look at me now
Right in my hazel eyes
I want to be your nothing
You are my everything
I want to lie in your fields of wheat
And be the purest nothingness
Not the void, but the peace
The nirvana you meditate to achieve
That is me
That is what I want to be
That is where we can be free
So I say,
You mean everything to nothing
Please believe me
Take my hand
Let’s be everything to nothing

I like to think I got an angel with wings wrapped about me like a scarf.
It looks like a he, with bushy black hair and cold sapphire eyes,
He has a dark soul, but a good heart,
And he loves me,
Deeply cause I'm God's child, I'm property of God's
He's not gonna let anything hurt me,
And he's fun and shy. Sorta spunky. He has long lacy black wings, and arms as strong as oceans waves.
He's invisible of course though, but that's why I'm still alive, I got an angel watching out for me.

Oh snow, how I love you so.
The lovely way you flow, melting on my window.
Oh snow, it's so pretty you know. Lightens up the night sky, how I love then snow.

Then there's that breeze, I began to freeze.
Teeth chattering against one another, I wish I was under my covers.
With the snow pelting on my face, was so beautiful but it's lost it's grace.
Now all I want is to be home, oh how I wish it hadn't snowed.

Maybe a different country or a different place.
Maybe a different continent, a much warmer place.
Any place other than Canada, here winter's the worst.
Maybe somewhere like Cuba where the weather doesn't make you curse.

But when it is nice, and not below 0 degrees.
When there's snow on the ground and you can't freeze.
That's the place I want to be.
What a beautiful sight snow can be.

Northern light eyes
born in a northern town-
south of the river, dense
in flood creeping higher,
hourly by the night.
Another thousand horses charge down
canyon stream, to much applause
and to many a scream.