precious dreams

I love and I loathe the same things at the same time. It comprehend and I don't understand the things you do at the same time. I hurt and I pine at the same time over us. In the same motion you push me away and pull me closer. Mixed messages in bottles float through my mind.

We Follow

Situated between the stars and the sun we follow an awkward orbit that takes us into the minds and hearts of those around us. There is space between the air. There is space between our hearts where they beat rhythmically. Critically thinking about each step, each thought, each pain. I have no simple answers, I have no simple plans. I feel weak and powerless to fight the night sky.

Here

When I'm here in your arms. Sometimes my thoughts get the better of me.
When I'm here in your arms. The rest of the world fades away.
When I'm here in your arms. Your warmth gives me strength.
When I'm here in your arms. We're alone in the world, two stars in a black sky.
When I'm here in your arms.

Heart

The heart does not bleed.
It replenishes our body, our blood and our energy.
It moves oxygen and life.
Just as the heart of our mind gives life to our future.

Powerful thoughts

There once was a man who handed me the moon. There once was a woman who made me a meal. I once saw a child flying a kite in the rain. I once watched an animal nursing her young.

The power in our minds reveals the power of our mother. Guarding our homes, our lands, and our objects we hold so dear. We forget to just love, live and give. We worry about tomorrow when it's too late to fix today. Take heart, my love, tomorrow is yet to come.

Blessed

She who gives birth is blessed.
He who raises a crop is blessed.
She who writes words is blessed.
He who teaches is blessed.

He who gains from his loss is blessed.
She who cooks for others is blessed.
He who uses his strength is blessed.
She who gives of herself is blessed.

We hold the truths in our hands.
We throw our egos to the sea.
We march on day by day.
We are truly blessed.

Something

I have held on to nothing when something was there.
I have given my all when I was on empty.
I have loved with my heart when my mind gave up.
Living. Loving. Learning.

Hold you now

I hold your love closest to my heart.
I hold your health always on my mind.
I hold your hand when you need it most.
I hold this vow in the best and worst of times.

Flow

Love can be like the first trickle of a spring. Clean, fresh, new, tamed and pure. Able to be sipped and tastes like a breeze.
Love can be like a pond covered in lily pads. Full of life, a bit stagnant, calm and true. Water of life hidden behind a veil.
Love can be like the mighty river. Raging, crashing, subsiding, overflowing it's banks. Shaping the earth around it and constantly changing.
Love can be like the vast deep ocean. Unexplored, holding it's own, telling a story. Strong, unwavering, and able to rebuild.
All water is connected in some way. All love should be too. Let our love be like water in all it's forms.

Simplicity

The simplest things in life are wrapped in love. The beauty around us is all too easy to ignore.
The path worn down is lined with bodies. The path I'm on seemingly hasn't seen a soul.

The beat

Embraced by clarity, I smile just to get by.
Tortured by devils, I live in my mind.
Where there once was matter, I find a crater.
Once I had a heart, but the beat broke down.

Paths

The mist in my eyes cools as it reaches down my chin to form rivers of trial and love at my breast. Soon they will dry up in the suns bright light, leaving behind paths etched in the caverns that lie hidden in the desert.
Hold me now like you'll never let go. You are a cliffs edge at which I have stood, too afraid to take the step to see the full view. Then a hand reached out and nudged my back and here I've been standing. Staring before me at the rugged rock mountains, awed by the grass that gives life, and feel in love with the eyes in the sky.

Living

I've given my morning, my days and my nights to you. I've held your hand while you stared blankly into the unanswering night sky. I'd break my bones one by one if it would give you rest. Hot coals would be a cool stream in my mind if it gave you hope.