She broke a nail,
He told her to deal with it.
He scraped his knee,
She told him to buck up.
She is having a bad hair day,
He told her to live with it, it looks fine.
He lost his favorite drawing,
she told him to grow up.
She asked if he was upset,
he said no but she kept asking.
He passed a test,
She responded with a blank tone, "Good Job."
His favorite show came on,
but the power went out half way through.
She cut her hair and it looked REALLY PRETTY,
but nobody noticed.
He achieved a really high goal in his life,
but he had nobody to celebrate with.
She said she just needed someone to talk to,
He said he was busy.

They only listen
when you're born or when you're dead
when there's no words left

You are all Special.
You are all Awesome.
You are all Wonderfully made.
You are all a Masterpiece.
You are all Precious to God.
You are all his Product.
You are all more Strengthen then you know.
For you all have been created by Christ.

The only thing
I seem to be able to express
Is how much
I want to fall in love again.

And why can't these walls be pictures of you?

And why can't the air carry your fragrance?

And why can't music be notes of your laughter?

And why can't mirrors be your eyes?

And why can't food taste like your skin?

And why can't every touch be your embrace?

And why can't time be a long drive with you?

And why can't newspapers carry stories of you?

And why can't rains be a shower with you?

And why can't walks be conversations with you?

And why can't the world revolve around you, when mine already does.

She is Moonshine...

Harvest moon, radiant blast across the horizon
diminishing anything near the sound of her light
taunting us with the threat of reverting to a simple, normal
part of our world if we look too late or move too close.

She is Moonshine

Full moon, raising werewolves and iconic myths
making day of the darkness and drawing
florescent strokes across every able bodied pond
waving boldly coming too in due cycle

She is Moonshine...

Shiva moon, a promise and goodbye
deadly waxing and waning of war and peace
the confidently ignored reminder of our mortality
veiled carelessly by translucent clouds

She is Moonshine...

Day time moon, pale and out of place
whimsically demanding to be seen
unafraid of the brightest sun or the bluest mood
a broad daylight

She is Moonshine...

To drink, clear, forbidden and dangerous
Intoxicating, even in small portions
Promising to burn you from throat to belly
And warm your bowels through the coldest doubts

She is Moonshine.