ART NEVER COMES FROM HAPPINESS

Houses are not homes,
we’re not made of bricks and stones.
Home is you and me.


Oh bring down the rain
and let the steam be born from
the heat in our skin.




Just let the light in,”
they said, without realizing
that she is the light.




It was always me,
and my face out of focus
in your nighttime dreams.


If you listen close
all the sounds that surround you
carry my whisper.


There in the stillness,
in the perfect black of night,
we came home again.




If the stars waited
lifetimes just to shine for you
then so too can I.


Time is just money
that we cannot ever save.
Please spend yours on me.


Please do not forget
to always remember me.






We will rise like steam
we will linger like smoke and
we’ll burn like fire.




I’ve so many thoughts
and isn’t it curious
that all are of you?


We are a whisper
until a scream is needed
then we shake these walls.


I am more with you
than I could possibly be
if we never met.




And just like the sun
every morning when you wake
you will rise to me.






I’ll bend in your breeze,
I’ll swim in your hurricane,
I’ll dance in your rain.




There’s light in your eyes
and I’ll always be hoping
that it shines on me.

I’m drowning in you
and I love the salt water
filling up my lungs.

I’ve no light in me
but that I reflect of you.
You are stars to me.


We cannot become what we need to be by remaining what we are.


You will never know
how deep my love for you runs,
how far it travels.


We’ve not enough time
but I believe our minutes
last longer than theirs.


I talk far too much,
but it is you that fills me
with so many words.




For a breath with you,
a moment of being yours,
I’d give up my life.


What good are the words
if they cannot change our lives
and bring you to me?




It doesn’t matter
how little sleep I may get,
I will dream of you.


Please wear me with pride
and understand that I fit
like no one else would.


What becomes of words
when they never find the eyes
they were written for?


Open, close, open,
my eyes cannot help checking
that you are still here.


In all that I miss,
in all you see without me,
I hope you find me.


If flowers can grow
through blankets of melting snow,
there is hope for me.


There’s fire in you
and my love I cannot wait
to feel myself burn.


There is no limit
to what I would do for you;
to what I would give.


You live inside me
and I can hear your whisper
in all that I do


Will you look at me
and with all your heart tell me
it will be alright?