the objects in the mirror are closer than they actually appear

as all the doves around me
took off on light white wings
i looked behind only to find
i seemed to be missing mine
i perched on a birch
staring across a distance
i could cross in an instant

if my wings weren't missin'

but i have my two feet

there's a road that's concrete
so i will walk, i will run
and that should get it done
i know i'll arrive a little late
but i know it's worth the wait
for something that is true

but i wonder, do you?

devout

once again we step into the box
and quietly close the door
side by side, across the divide
we kneel upon the floor
here in this sacred place
that no one else knows
we confess our hopes and fears,
all our dreams and woes
but we always leave apart
with only the counsel we've received
and my lonely heart tries not to doubt
this religion I've long believed.

one versus the horde

I'm a lover not a fighter,
though I will fight for love,
but when the demons take me
and no one fights to save me
how can I hope to rise above?

couldn't think of a damn thing to call this one

if I am the night, then you are the moon
the more that you shine, the more that I swoon
the shadows scatter like marbles dropped to the floor
you're like a lighthouse that leads me ashore

if my nightmares are dragons, then you are a knight
one glimpse of your sword and they flee out of sight
the tower topples like a house of cards falls
you're like a fortress; I'm safe in these walls

and if you were lost at sea, I'd wish to be a star
if you were beseiged, I'd fight to where you are
and I am not a mason, but if I could work stone
I'd brick up your heart in mine, so you'd never feel alone

amaranthine

I could tell you to speak now
or forever hold your peice
but without you, I avow
that forever holds no peace.

box up your running shoes before i throw them up into the powerlines

i can't decipher what's in your head
i only know my own heart
everything else is etch-a-sketch
but baby, we are art.
and wherever i sleep
and wherever i roam
if you're not there
it can never be home

lace up your running shoes -- 2011

I wrote you another letter
that I know I'll never send
I read it through & realized
ain't much left to say in the end
Your silence becomes my sorrow
but your words don't mean a thing

I almost believed in you again

but you're just a pauper king.

Because you will come close enough

to gently graze my hand

but when I reach out for yours

your fingers slip through like sand
Once I made plans to escape with you

Now I've got plans for escaping you

Because all you do is get me high

then run and leave me high and dry