The first time I saw you,
you were smiling
and I was smiling too
and we were happy

But as the days pass by
you've become so distant
like you were never even happy
and it's like I wasn't ever happy too

Dearest Sweet Woman,
You are made of the most beautiful dust in the universe. Ever lighted from above. A dream of the most beautiful.  I can not explain the perfection in you, your touch and glance.  My body melted, my hearing heightened. I am of the most basic form in the most basic of man.  I yearn for your touch and attention.

Certain people have come to understand
That they have a soul
Don’t write me off because I’m a ginger
I still know what I’m talking about
That’s why words are important to me
If you read what someone wrote
You are reading what their soul would say
If it had any other way
So when I came across your Story
I fell in love
Your soul was written for me to read
I read everything
Twice
And then a third
Interrupted by pictures and songs
That only added to my amazement
I love you and I know you
I have never seen you or met you
Your taste in music lets me know
Your cooking would always have the right amount of salt
Taking you on a date that isn’t trying
To prove anything more than
“I like you and want to make you happy,”
Is something I will suffer through in my dreams
I like that you are intelligent
A well-spoken soul who has read a book or two
You know what you want to do
And what you might fall back on
Without defeating other people’s dreams
I would be willing to share mine with you
And I hoped you could take my dreams
Tie them to the clouds and
Be brave enough to come along for the ride
The corners of your eyes tell me enough
Of the doubt you have in promises and good intentions
Your written soul proclaims the faith
To trust again and risk everything
Because sometimes you don’t know you know until
You know you never knew
So know that I know that I never knew until
I came across you
I don’t drive trucks, but I will cook for you
And give you book suggestions
I would fit my heart into a picnic basket
Set us down in fresh-cut grass on a quilted blanket
I would see the world as the sun reflected in your eyes
And I might even get a chance to see
What you might see in me
Probably a little awkward, I would lead us through conversations
Of family and friends – and how we don’t talk to some of the people we love the most
We all have people we should move to speed dial to make it easier
When the breeze picks up, take my jacket
I would ask you about your life and the scars you have
So I can know
In perfect detail
Why your soul set mine alive

Would you break your silence
As the tide washes over me?
Lend me your lips for one last kiss
Before I'm thrown into the awaiting abyss
It's become abysmal to walk the surf
Without holding your hand in mine
And the soft pallet of your laughter
Drowning out the music from seashells

It makes what time we have
Feel like a short eternity
But names written in the sand
Have a tendency to wash back out to sea

There's footprints I follow
Will they lead me to the beating in your chest
Or are they where I've already been?
Have I touched the tender ache of your skin
The way I dig my toes into the sand
And feel the ocean caress me like your finger tips
Have I known this all along
Or have I sank to the bottom
Lungs filled with melodies of woeful maladies?

It makes what time we have
Feel like a short eternity
But names written in the sand
Have a tendency to wash back out to sea

When the tide comes in
Would you break your silence
Would you struggle to save me from my fate
Would you cry if you were too late
When the tide comes in
Would you forgive me for not staying

When the tide comes crashing in
There's a tendency to wash back out to sea

It makes what time we have
Feel like a short eternity
But names written in the sand
Have a tendency to wash back out to sea

she never wanted to say
"these are your flaws."
she had always preferred
"but these are your features!"
and she never quite understood
why the people we're closest to
are the most critical creatures.

Melody plays in my mind,
my imagination undulates
inside these red walls,
the chimes clink,
strong vibrations permeate
my skin and bones,
a sitar shakes my very soul.

I see your precious lips,
hear ancient chants,
feel your luscious skin
& listen to your heart beat
the deepest percussion,
such a soothing sound.

And if once,
if just once,
I could kiss your spirit,
we could fly forever
between the magic,
the twinkling of
the infinite stars,
swimming
in the Heavens
above us.

You’re the singer standing in front
Of a standing ovation
Trying to hide behind a microphone
Because you cannot comprehend
How bright you are
Actually shining

Gazing toward Utopia
she danced the night before the mildewed morning
with glassy eyes dazed
half-sleeping with folded arms
she gazed out toward tomorrow