My home stars keep calling my name.
Traveling the speed of light through cosmic storms
I visit them in my dreams.
I am merely a newborn awakening to wonders and strife. How cold the air on my skin, how the sun stings my eyes.
My mind gets earth drenched; fatigued translating language from there to here.
Most often I do not make sense when I speak though it sounds right in my head.
So much gets lost between soul and mind
As I try to enunciate and pronounce this love of all.
My heart beat fills my veins with a stirring and my lungs breathe an endless breath.
I watch and I smile feeling love flow through me; i am and never was empty for this
Is infinite and continuous.
Few see that all is translated in the stillness, that it Is always love, as we call it.
For it truly is more than love and that is why so many continue to try and define it.
It is more than a flat word or a mere voice and that is why we struggle so; to capture and constrain this cannot be done. It will not fit in a container.
There is no human word to encompass love.
And so the writers write and the singers sing.
The dancers dance and the dreamers dream.
Every one of us ponder
On and on and on
She begs him
Write for her
Morning, noon and night
Of dreams and things to come
Of the past
To reach inside himself
Release restraints and doubts
And make her feel those things
She has never felt
To turn her inside out
Peel away illusions.
Immerse her in worlds beyond talk or action;
Where the mind no longer
You can take pen to paper
And write how lovely she is,
How your heart beats steady when you are
She will think it was for a girl long gone,
The one you could not have.
You could play her songs of love
And hold her close.
She will believe that you dream of someone
Else with more beauty,
You could hold her hand and draw her near,
She will never believe
She is good enough,
She will always believe you want more of someone else.
I never know what to say.
I do not know what to say.
So I write
The pages beneath my fingertips
For they hold my heart
I may laugh or cry without saying a word.
I dreamt a dream of times past;
Of you and I.
And I was overwhelmed with
I began to weep.
How can my heart be light yet heavy at once?
Thinking to capture you
I reach for pen and paper.
To write you down.
To read you forever.
The ink had run dry.
To tired and weary to rise from my bed
I kept the memories
Lit inside me.
I placed my head on my pillow
And went back to dreaming instead .