Lost to the Sky

Jack, wasting your time in the sky
Walking on clouds while my life plods by
The puffy pink clouds support your feet
while I'm here begging milky white's pink teat
How could I ask you to give up the gold
and a harp that sings stories, I'm told
Her golden hair falls in curls and she siren serenades
You toss your hair with the smile of the renegade
Could you give up the warm of the giantess?
She saved you but you know I loved you best
And she eggs you on intending to crack you in the pan
Her husband craves your blood of an English man
I know I cannot reach you in the skies
but suppose you come down, you'll find I'm your size
If you loved me, I'm no harp but I would sing
and I'd provide your finger with a golden ring

Wake

In wake of all that lives and breathes, I am
A simple bind of flesh and blood and bone
Another copy in the caravan
Redundancy of multitudes at home

Oh am I new? I dare say I am not
My mother's child, my father's spawn am I
There's been no new princes since Camelot
My heritage leaves me blank, uninspired

I run my hand over my dad's book case
I feel spine after spine, page after page
so much all said; what's left to fill my space?
What will I say when I'm alone on Stage?

To live up to their line now they are dust
The pressure ignites me til I combust

Snowflakes

Sometimes I get caught
silly moments pile up like snow flakes
each light, delicate, weightless, flying free
a shovel full can break your back
and you hardly even noticed
as you watched each fluffy crystal descend
as you watched each little tutu twirl down
you failed to see them after they passed
tickling your nose, melting on your mouth
the ones in the past that went past
my feet are buried, along with my heart and head
and when I finally notice, I'm shivering.
they are so cold.

Eyes

if I was meant to see out of eyes not my own
then how come into my body my eyes were sewn?
I've got only my eyes and I'm all alone
You've got your own eyes and you're all alone

if the world is so big and my eyes are so small
then how come I think I can see it all?
and how come I can't foresee the fall?
I know it's coming no matter how I stall

Given our disparity in size
You cannot compare the world and my eyes
Or the difference between real and realized
Humans only see the synthesized

if the earth is my mother, then where was I born?
and from who did I learn to live with such scorn?
I know of responsibility, and that's why I'm torn
because who I am and who I wish to form

Waves

As the waves crash
Incessant one and all
As the god fearing waters
Serve Poseidon's call

Like silvered warriors
To let their mighty forms
Crumble, forlorn
Upon meeting the seditious sand

Who loves the kiss of the waves
But still more prefers their doom
As the waves roll towards the climax
Where the bath of foam will consume

So too do I arc myself towards you
As I anticipate no end
Of forever and for always
Wishing to descend

Into a fluttered heap at your feet
Prompted only by a gaze
and the sensation of the trace
Upon the meeting of your hand

Run Away

The morning light peeks in through the window
and more than I've ever been, I'm cozy and calm
The soft sheets lap at my skin like the water of the bay
Then I roll over with my arm out to slap the alarm

But the quiet returns and I didn't even need to hit it
You've already got the alarm and you've got me too
Your body is so warm and so close to mine
I've gotta go to work but could I stay with you?

Let's run away today
Pack our picnic baskets
go free
We'll fill our backpacks
with string cheese and pudding cups
and find the perfect sleeping tree
climb its boughs
and hold each other close
And chase the horizon
that we can always just see

I can get in the shower to be sociably clean
And give you a sudsy kiss, knowing that I'll have to go
And I can dress in suit and heels, playing "grown up"
I can take my car keys but I don't want to though

Why don't we take sneakers so old they're ridden with holes
and pretend like we're the lost kids in Peter Pan
I won't get cold through the tear in my jeans
If I can always feel the warmth of you holding my hand


At the office my boss says, "You got that dreamy look"
and I can tell that he'll never be able to know
That he may have me from nine to five
But your love will always power my soul

And one day we'll discover the path out
Where life is more than filling out my I-9
I'll find the answer, just for you, to give to you
and then we'll have love all the time

Open Water

There is a picture that captures you perfectly.
All it took was a little
"snap"!
and you were taken
your face set in emotion
set in the lens
your shoulders back
sturdy like the tall strong mast of the sailboat
by which you stand
there is only a slight smile on your mouth,
each corner only turned up enough for me to see it
and I know what it means.
it means you feel the rope in your hands, each hair of it prickling against your fingertips
the wind that tweaks your nose and soars against your chest is strong against you
but your countenance is stronger
you are going to split the sea with the bow
cut through the bodies of the water, keel under you
and you stand on top of it all.
It captures you perfectly and all it took was a snap.
Just like how something snapped in me when you captured me.

It's the perfect setting
The blue green water chops, rough and wild
But that's what I think of you.
You like to hide, you like to pretend
people think because you speak softly
that you are soft, like a worn, tattered sail
but let them try to bind you
you stand on top the power of the ocean
let all of it churn beneath you
you'll glide over it
just make sure to duck when the boom comes around
Aptly named the boom because that's the sound it makes when it makes contact
Just like the sound my heart made when your hand first made contact with mine

I should sail away
I have all the seven seas and more to explore
I could sit in front of maps and chart my voyage
or simply sit and let the wind take me