If Friends Were Flowers

I've heard it said, 'If friends were flowers, I'd pick you.'
But that is all nonsense and frill. Friends are not flowers, and thank God for that. No, indeed, you'll be with me much longer than those flowers on the sill.

No, if friends were jewels, I'd set my crown with whatever gem was you.
If friends were colors, all my sweaters would be bought in that hue.
Could they be songs, you already know, but you'd be my favorite tune.
If silverware, I'd have soup every night, assuming you're the spoon.

And if friends were rhymes, I'd write you... I'd be humming you too.

Sand

I sit on the shore, writing out my thoughts in sand
Hoping the waves can steal from mind, as from my hand.
Erase the memories, dreams and gone-so-soons,
Pull them out, and drive them away by the moon.

Adieu

Goodnight moon.

Goodnight sweet love.

Goodnight hopes we've strewn,

And dreams so sweet above.

Oh hopes and love, adieu adieu.

Goodnight moon.

Goodnight sweet child.

Goodnight tales we've strewn

And truthes ever so restyled

Oh tales, or truth, adieu adieu.

For now, goodnight. And goodnight moon.

To the rest of you, I only bid, adieu.

Building Forests

The danger of a little girl like me, who's very name is Hope, is she can't help but build forests with whatever seeds she finds to sow. Oh fell the trees. And while her tears fall at dusk, let them feed those seeds no more. Tell her some trees grow for centuries and can't be moved by a passing breeze. They were planted long before you Hope, but Hope is carved at their feet, and whispered by their leaves.

Roots

I'm waiting, without knowing what I'm waiting for. And so, I just keep waiting.

And I'm wondering, is hope supossed to hurt? Because sometimes, hoping hurts. Does that mean my hope is not set on what it ought to be? I think perhaps so. For I've been told hope does not disappoint.

Lord, let love grow in my heart, strong and true. Let roots of hope find solid ground to grow, let them reach deep into You. That though my eyes don't know what to look for, and my hands aren't sure what they should reach for, that the roots will know their branches and the hope will see it's truth.

Inside Your Song

Build me a home inside your song
Frame my walls inside those eyes of steal
Then sweep away my fears and paint me real.

Build me a home that's strong.
Where your words become my heart's seal
And rhythms find a way to heal.

Getting Along

I think I get along with you just fine.
But getting along without you-
Well, that's giving me a hard time.

Feeding Fire

I know your fire burns hot and deep
Consumes the ones who cry aloud
That it’s all they want to need.
That they’d give there all, and that’s
What I’ve herd the fire feeds,
Or rather what feeds that fire.

Yet there’s a strange desire
Inside, it feels almost like that fire
Craving, cracking, reaching higher
This something pulls me ever nearer
While my devotion tires and retires

I’m close enough to feel it reaching
Reaching at my heart.
I’m close enough to smell its odor,
Smells like flowers on a funeral pier.
Feel its flames lick my face,
Yes, I want to come one more pace.

I feel it needs a gift, something of my own
If I would dare to come this close
I think of what’s in this little pocket I’ve sewn.
And I’m compelled to give the flames
That which I’d never dare not know.

So I empty out what I’ve carried around
I drop treasures in these flames.
And the fire that burns, before my eyes
Suddenly ignites from my soul within.
And I look for what else this fire I can feed.
This fire that feeds the little ember that is me.

Hide & Seek

I went fishing in your eyes
And I found a secret hidden,
Found the depths I dreamt I’d written
In the perfect green disguise.




*I found this from November 17, 2009 on my hope is an anchor blog.

Bus-Ride

If I could have you always by my side
I'd have you on every bus I ride.
I'd sit between you and the windowside.
And together we'd watch the streets pass by.
Write ditties, and hymns and lullabyes,
You'd mock me and my silly rhymes.
I'd tease you as you start to cry,
But secretly, inside I'd die
If I could have you always by my side.

Rain

Autumn always seems the same
Bringing deaths and hurts and pain
Rain, the always repeating refrain.

Hitting hard, then staying days
Outlasted only by heart's slow frays
Falling like the leaves in which you lay

Waters should wash away stains
Or so you heard, and so remain,
Rain, the always repeating refrain.

Still it's True

I thought if you could break my heart
It'd break and mend.
I thought if you would walk away
We'd stop being friends.

Instead, hurting's become my part
From dawn's break 'til dark.
And while I'm angry, still it's true.
My heart's still stuck in park.

Autumn Train

The sunshine's starting to slip away
earlier and earlier each day.
Most are growing content within,
To set up house and just stay in
Close out the cold thats just at bay
And watch the leaves all lay.

While they are settling down
and happy to stay around
I've got a growing urge to run
Pack up, take off, chase the sun.
I can hear a sweeter sound
And it's drawing me out of town...

I don't mind driving in the rain
And I'm not running from any pain
I'm not desperate to escape
Or replaying some old movie tape
I'm just dreaming of a new plain
Thinking it's time to finally catch that train.

Out of Sight

She must have had a heart of crumbling clay,
Whoever first deemed out of sight as out of mind
One day in love, the next, love ready to consign
A long goodbye, but never knowing the pain to pine.
No, she couldn't have had a heart like mine.

I needn't see your face or hear you play
To see your eyes, as dark as wine,
And be as drunk by them, as the strongest vine.
I needn't to hear your voice in perfect rhyme
Lingering words with power, my fears to align.

You could spend the rest of our days away,
And my heart would still repeat, "I'm thine."
No, she couldn't have had a heart like mine.
Waiting, and ready to wait for all time.
Waiting, perhaps, though waiting in line.

Out of sight means out of mind,
Unless you're stuck with a heart like mine.

Hope

Beloved and Pure,
Seem the two are enemies at war
Always desiring the love and the cure,
Though I know both are only in the Lord.

You looked into my heart,
And named my fighting nature
A core contradiction from my start
Two giants in this tiny stature.
So you peered into my future.

And when you watched me break my heart,
And my inmost cries call out,
You added Hope to play her part
To ensure I’d never quit my route,
To wrestle through my sins and doubt
And render in the end some rest
Beloved and Pure, in you, and blessed

My Memories in Advance

I haven’t met another
Where silence speaks acceptance
Deep waters spill together
And hugs become a dance,
A street-light lit romance.
No, I haven’t dreamt ‘nother.
Who bears the least resemblance
To the hidden-hearted lover
Who can steal with just one glance
Any semblance of my balance.
Then, retreat into the cover
Of the poet I’ve yet discover
And my memories in advance.

Time's Pain

I have no idea how your hand found mine
Or mine found yours to frame
How both were made with such design
When holding, holds a flame.

I know it's not the perfect time
And time I know's grown lame.
Content to sit, to watch, time's crime
As goodbye itself defames.

The only time, time seems to climb
Is when some duty calls your name
Reminding us both, you are not mine,
And the joy of my eyes says goodbye all the same.

I have no idea how your hand found mine
Or mine your heart could claim
How both were made with such design
When holding, holds a flame.

Still, time I trust our love can tame,
And you my dear are worth all time's pain.

Whenever You Play

Whenever you play, I can’t help but listen
Regardless of the voices that get in the way.
Because music from you is an apparition
And I know the image isn’t going to stay.

The lyrics you sing and the rhythms you find
Wandering like desperate tired men to be freed,
Are the words on your face, long locked up in your mind
Dreams and emotions I’ve been trying to read.

Whenever you play, my heart stops to listen,
For music seems the only door your heart walks through.
So I’m humming your tune, a quiet admission,
That I’m waiting by the doors that lead to you.

As I Lay Me Down To Sleep

As I lay me down to sleep
My spirit and body spent and beat,
May slumber come both strong and deep,
What dreams may come be fully sweet,
And all the while my soul He keep
As joy and hope my sorrows meet.

Beneath the Sails

When I look out to the sea
My heart grows sails and begins to flee to thee.
The clouds that stain the satin sky
Only increase my need to find affinity,
Eternity, the yet unseen, undone, long-decreed,
The answers and secrets in the hands that bleed,
I need to see the face of the man who sleeps,
who sleeps beneath the sails in the raging sea.