I wish I could say the things I can't say
To you but I know I can't speak of them,
how you inspire creations but are
To you but I know I can't speak of them,
how you inspire creations but are
not embedded within, more that you free
My mind and open my heart to allow
Uninhibited representations,
Expressions not manipulations, my
Emotions in words are only singing,
But it all just captures a day, a state
Of being, so I can't run away from
Of being, so I can't run away from
The truth, no one moves on from love. No one.
It stays in you, it changes your heart, it
brings you back to life, even when it hurts.
It stays in you, it changes your heart, it
brings you back to life, even when it hurts.
If the Fall is it is I who am falling,
falling further still, falling as Summer turns
to Fall, buried in leaves fallen in memory,
of sitting in Spring as the Sun moved through your eyes.
falling further still, falling as Summer turns
to Fall, buried in leaves fallen in memory,
of sitting in Spring as the Sun moved through your eyes.
If the Fall is, I have fallen, and still
falling for I fear the hurt of hitting
ground, but also because there is no ground
where love lives within. Passing my beating
Heart, a bird sings in a morning forest.
Let it all fall to the ground, let it go.
falling for I fear the hurt of hitting
ground, but also because there is no ground
where love lives within. Passing my beating
Heart, a bird sings in a morning forest.
Let it all fall to the ground, let it go.
If the Fall is, I pray for the wind that
it will let you know, like a lie I love you
As earth holds the sky, in Falling becoming aware.
it will let you know, like a lie I love you
As earth holds the sky, in Falling becoming aware.
Falling beginnings held within an August
Late rain, the Easter water of Spring in
Vapor ghosts another whispers to mine
ears. The ringing is there and it is your name, but as Walking-In-The-Rain held her
Tears to not give away any pain, so
She--Tries-To-Fly-But-Fears-The-Sky weakens
To a kiss, her hands covering my eyes.
I lay in the grass as the blue hour of
Sunset turns this evening to night and
I wonder why I fill myself with ill....
Why hope for what can never be, why hope?
Is love sitting in the grass, alone and
Looking at the ever darkening sky,
at the new moon with old eyes? You're the one
But you're not the one, it's that I see you
And I know what's missing. I understand
It's formless, but now I know what
It is possible to miss. I miss knowing
What it's like to feel in your presence,
That sense of awe at
such beautiful existence.