Memories Fire

Tonight I'll take your smile
Tomorrow the memories fire
Never near me, Always away
The fire burns, but fires die
You smile and the world shakes
You smile and the sun rises and shines
You smile and the birds sing
You smile and all is still
You smile and the sun sets on it
Today all I take is the memory
Tomorrow I'll make a new one
Never near me, Always away
Memories only, but Memories change

For all creation to sing Holy

Your voice pulls me out of slumber
The sun shining through the rain
Today you smiled at me, and I smiled back
And all the morning sang
Holy, Holy, Holy! Is the God on high

I felt my heart being pulled asunder
I felt my heart being pulled down
And I remembered your smile
And I remembered their song
Holy, Holy, Holy! Is your God on high

Higher then the heavens
Higher into your presence
Was my heart lifted
lifted to your glory, there to sing with the angels
Holy, Holy, Holy! Is our God on high

Frantic I was looking, so I closed my eyes
Then my eyes were filled with you
humble peace from you overwhelmed my heart
And then my heart cried
Holy, Holy, Holy! Is my God on High!


This song was inspired by Sufjan Stevens song He Woke Me Up Again

The Undying Love

I sit and listen to your cries as you long to break free
We both wish to be free
you from your cage, and me from my heart
The moaning cry echos through the cold empty room
empty as my heart is, which was once filled with you
The dragging, puttering thumps mimics my own heart
Once all was alive for you, now all is dead and rotting
My love for you is as your mangled flesh
hanging on to a lifeless form
I keep you free in the cage, yet trapped
by trapping you, I have trapped myself
For if the sever your head, they sever my heart
In cage I have confined you,
and in a cage you have my heart
Long will you live, alive with my love
and when it dies,
so will you


Just so you know this was a challenge topic from a friend, not something I was actually thinking about and wanting to write about :)

I don't have to smell the roses

I don’t have to smell the roses
All I need are a few wildflowers
A broken limb held to the tree by a wild vine
A family of ducks pecking at the grass
A broken wooden fence scaling a weed filled acre
A lonely wispy cloud the single skies decoration
An early crescent moon pushing the sun down
A dirt road surrounded by wood
A single weed proclaiming its beauty among the grass
A floating feather from a winter flock
I don’t need to stop and smell the roses,
To realize a great artists work is continually being created all around me

Who am I, that You should love me so?

Who gives you beauty like Me
Who can know your heart as I do?
Only I know when to make the choicest blossoms bloom for you
Only I can turn on the music that plays your heart melodies
Only I know the perfect hues and blends of colors that make your heart sigh
Only I know where to put the moon
Where to paint the sunset
Where to place the clouds so that when I tell you "look!" you see the sun and its colors radiating from it
I say "Look!" and the lamplight glows on the sidewalk
"Look!" for the sun is turning colors
"Look!" for the baby bird is playing
"Look!" the moons crescent holds the corners of the masterpiece set for you
Who knows your heart like me?

gone

Why can't I just forgive and forget

Do I even know what to forgive, or who?
You took it, and it changed me.

You took my innocence without a blink.
It changed me
Maybe I blindingly gave it to you
Maybe I tied my own blindfold
it changed me
Maybe it was the blindfold not the innocence that made it happen
but at least you could have said
thank you
maybe you were blindfolded too..but by who
who
it's easier to think its you,
but I only feel myself

Musings

I lay in the moonlight with a jar of peanut butter, wishing it were a beer instead. Knowing I shouldn't. Why do we wish for the fleeting numbness instead of the everlasting peace? Even peace I have to fight daily. Maybe I haven't yet come to the peace, only a different forgetfulness.