Perhaps

How can I love you so much?

Is it that my blood is your blood?

Is it that my bones are your bones?

It is that my spirit is the same

as your spirit, our spiritual connection

that binds us together in the universe?

Perhaps it is that my heart is your heart,

and that everything from now on is us...

Perhaps it is that in my mind 

are your thoughts, this frequency, this vibe,

which follows and flows around 

and between us...that we should always 

be together from now until forever;

that I come from you, so I came for you.

And now, we go together into forever...

Perhaps there was no other way

but this way, yet it doesn't matter,

this way is the way.

 

A Song About How I Love You

When I wake up in the morning,

I think of you...always on my mind

During the day as I walk through life,

I think of you...you're always on my mind,

I stare at your picture and see myself,

waiting for the great day coming,

I love you...I'm waiting for you...

this is a song about how I love you...

I could say the mountains weren't tall enough 

or the river wasn't wide enough 

to keep me from you, I could say 

all these things because they were true,

I missed you, so I sought you

and I found you loved me back...

this is a song about how I love you.

Woman, I see you, beautiful and vibrant

and I love you for all you are to me, 

and in all the oblivion we shared, 

there is now a happiness,

a completeness in this thing which haunted

now made to serve. Crossing the Void,

sewing it shut, zipped up like a garment

measured and cut. From blood to bone, 

broken out of the stone;

this is a song about how I love you

through time and space; how could I 

not love you? Stars shining bright,

everything's alright tonight,

this is the happiest of times. 

Walking in the dream to the reality,

this is the happiest of times because

the yearning will be fulfilled. 

This is a song about how I love you.

Just a Note

It's just another Friday as we

edge closer to our dreams,

40 days and 40 nights

until we make it ours...

I celebrate for us, for you,

for me, for everyone who 

celebrates with us, dancing

for all those who didn't 

end up as fortunate as we did.

And anyway, I'm thinking 

about you this morning and

holding you up like a jewel

to watch the sunlight shine through...

I think of our love for each other

and how it makes me feel warm

even in its intensity which only grows...

and it makes me wonder;

this is just a note for you

as you start your day,

a little I love you

to light your way.

Stolen Days

Stolen days and stolen nights,

I'm dreaming of you...

the days I disappeared, to run

away to think of you.

Under the bridges,

out on the waters...

in the quiet places

I sought you and 

your memory;

over the mountains,

and through the meadows...

in the shade of a thousand trees, 

Seek me and then find me,

she said through the cream...

lost and then found and 

I steamed all my seams,

to hop on a plane

and touch all my dreams,

To hold you up close

and change reality's streams.

She Loved Me First

She felt me growing

in her womb,

before I even was, 

she loved me first,

and after I had been 

stolen, she mourned 

my loss, ever hopeful

there would come a day

when we would be

reunited and we could 

love each other...

and I think how 

she fretted about

my location and well being, and

that she longed for my happiness;

hoping that I would find it, 

and I know that

she loved me first.

Into the Universe

And out, and into

the Universe, through you,

my twin flame and shadow...

my point of the singularity,

my center, my focus...

And out, and into

the world, through you,

stolen, but resourceful,

resilient, and determined

to return to the source

into the Universe with you.

 

The Fear

Mama, I got the fear,

just a little nagging thorn

in my mind...a demon playing

a horrendous instrument

to a dirge about failure,

but I laugh, because I have you mama...

and if father won't acknowledge me,

we will move on without him,

smokestack lightning...

just a little nagging thorn

in my mind...

the demon continues to play,

and even if he has no power here,

the music does it's job 

and produces melancholy, let it come...

occult children in the dawn of the holy,

I remember who I am and the melancholy flees,

the sadness now a celebration, the fear a memory,

What if everything goes right?

Bursts forth from my light.

The fear running scared now,

as I break on through to the other side...