Saturday, May 30, 2015

Anachronism.

My smile crumbles into ash
My bright words are no more than the blackest ink
Be a constant presence from the past
Be more for me than, yes, a reflection

I will crawl under the weight of the dawn
And stretch my limbs to reach for you
I hardly dare to hope you will not fade
And leave my windows shaded black and white

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Marching Bands.

Sorrow drips into your heart
Through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks
And there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty
Or half full
It slowly rises
Your love is gonna drown


- From "Marching Bands of Manhattan" by Death Cab for Cutie

Endurance.

She glues a letter to her heart
And prays,
I don't need you to keep up.
I need you to keep running.

Soaked.

This thunder is so pointless
I know the storms remain
No need to remind me
With your constant wind and rain

The lightning isn't shocking
It barely lights my room
Not enough to make stars glow
When clouds cover the moon

Just let me sleep this one time
I promise I'll pull through
Please know these empty echoes
Are anything but new

Monday, May 25, 2015

Laughing.

Funny all the bruises I remember
While the broken bones just go and slip my mind
Funny all these scars that I can name
My skin is torn apart, I don't know why

Compass.

From whence comes the light?
It seems to emanate from the very horizon
Radiating from the streets themselves
Pressing against the weight of clouds
And turning the sky to gold

Hold this in, love
Remember it on dark and weathered days
When the heavens crack and rain crashes down
We are lights on the water
Our souls are lights on the water

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Planetarium.

Wish the sky here was just as clear
Wish I could see past the glare on the windows
Words unfolding in my stratosphere 
White knuckles numbly longing for tomorrow

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Hemispheres.

Sometimes I sit at blank pages and stare
Time stares back as it walks by
Splinters in my hands
A weary, worn shoulder
And a drumbeat in my bones

Monday, May 18, 2015

Timing.

The wind breaks in your hair
And all around us is falling
A song for one tonight
Blurry eyes close while calling

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Believer.

Your words are still in my head
Could you see in my eyes what it meant?
Call it a list of things said
A sheet of paper and my heart's bleeding red

I can see you far away
The roads carry you along day after day
Think of a tireless bride who waits
Think of the people and think about grace



I can see you in the dreams we make
Hold onto us, we're starting to change

Friday, May 15, 2015

Singing.

I need you to hear
Past the ringing in our ears
A song that resounds
Past the memory and the lights

The fear inside, the hills we've climbed
The tears this side of heaven
All these dreams inside of me
I swear we're gonna get there

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Arrival.

The first night comes quietly
We reach into the clouds
And mark the beginning of summer

The winds on my street
Whisper among themselves
I smile with weary eyes

I am thinking of everything at once

Israel.

Dust clings to my fingers
As they traverse the keys
The gray falls not into my hair, but my eyes
Still I'm listening, waiting for you

"The background noise makes your voice hard to hear."
I build a rain catcher
And contemplate the melody of storm water as it falls

Free
Shake the dust
I'm buried deep in me
Help me find a dream
Somewhere out in the petrichor

Hey, don't you let go now.
She reaches past the waterfall
To fasten my aching fingers to the rope
Just hold on and I swear
You'll feel it,
Feel yourself lifted


Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Eyes.

You're dwindling, love
And don't you think he cares?

Drawn to a soul on fire
Look out the window, he hovers in watch

He has waited for you

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Shards.

There is salt in the wounds on my hands
And I am a breathtaking supernova
Too distant to see from this earth.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Climbing.

This telescope is too heavy
So I just keep peering down

Her eyes are tired
But an empty bookshelf
Leaves her lying awake at night

The wind is going nowhere fast
As it slams against her window
She starts to get sick from spinning

Knees on the carpet
"That's not who I am."
Only you can know

It's hard to keep climbing
For what waits at the summit?