Some Things

I watched your hands
so carefully mastermind
the intricate parts
of structures I'd never understand
How do you know where
each piece belongs
"I just do  --
Like you know
how to make your songs
sound so new and different
every time you sing them"
you said
without looking at me
And in your most grown up voice
continued quietly
"some things just have to be"

Branches

It makes it so difficult
to believe that I am
the only one
When more than one million
can share your private dreams.
And it seems to me
when we are further away
you tend to stay close
to strangers
even though branches
like lovers
should grow from the tree

Black and White

Slow, sinking feeling
Judgmental tones fill my eyes
Close the book for now

Absence of Rain

The sky could not seem to make up his mind
Let the sunrays through or keep the world dark
I persevered with hopes that I could find
A calm reservoir inside of your heart
Instead, I found doubt as grey as this storm
Uncertainty felt surprisingly dead
Forcing my sleep to betray me till morn,
I escaped your reproach inside of my head
A voice like a teardrop whispered my fears
And felt like forgiveness leaving my soul
My certain finale resting in years
Of misled futures and stories untold

The sky and my faith are one in the same
Much too confused in the absence of rain

Patient

Someday
you will look back on it all
Perhaps you might
during one lonely
rainy night in the fall
miss me terribly enough
to clearly recall
each conversation
And you will finally realize
those tears in my eyes were real

Because I was nothing but patient

Plea

A helpless feeling
Distract your mind, not your heart
Breathe when I cannot

Mend

Whatever broke within you found its way
To me tonight and gave me strength to mend
Your tired, aging soul and tested faith
Will feel a healing from my writer's pen
The coldness that you speak of I feel warm
A chair so near the draft will hold new fire
Red passion and the love inside our home
Fuels poetry and thoughts that will inspire
I know this soul you claim to be untouched
Or unaffected as the heart can feign
With angel's whispers and a gentle trust
Your soul becomes baptised under the rain
Your broken soul feels safe inside of me
I'll sing your wounds to sleep, so you can dream