....... For the Places we wonder.

              ...... For the Places we Roam.

.......For the friends that we find, 

                    ....... Find are our home.

... For the seasons that move on.

           ........ For the wind that runs wild.

 ......For the tides that keeping dancing, 

                      ..... With the moon by its side.

...... I give you my heart, 

                   ..... wrapped tight in foam.

.... I give you my hand

             ..... And my broken Xylophone.

.

We are young and try to be,
Independent and free.
Got the world beneath our feet
They took our innocence to keep.
These the men of old,

Who swapped their hearts for shining gold,

Now they try to steal our souls

To wrap around their brittle bones.

Locked in chambers made of stone,
Their children they beg to play alone,
Wrapped up tight in broken ropes
They pray for guns instead of hope.

But we found love, we will survive

Despite the lies that you deny.

And we will end what you begun.
Turn our backs onto the sun.
And we'll run through the night.

And we'll fight for what is right.

When the sun begins to rise,

We bow our heads and close our eyes.

And we howl to the moon,
Like it is what we were born to do.
And when we hear the gypsy's chant,
We stand up tall and dance.
Because we are young and try to be
independant and free.

under a shield of false starts and distant stars,

we watched the moon rise in silence.

its amber glow seeping 

into the space where words normally fall

and we are reminded how insignificant and small. 

too many of our morals are. 

Tonight

I will bury my lover

In the Moon. 

"where the dust settles,

           beyond a windy shore.


I asked for freedom.

       and let got of whats before."

Alice in Wander(land)

I wish we could stay in this moment.
Of falling.
Forever.
but.
we ran ahead of ourselves.
To fast.
we Stumble.
To the ground.
The same mistake.
Mistaken.
Again.
we walk.
Our separate ways.
Aching.
And.
Alone.

to stand with your shadow. the empty hollow cry. i loved you for no reason. other than the kindness in your eye.

where dreams fell behind us. i danced to the ides of march. your ancient wisdom scares me as much as the youngness of your heart.

for people who would rather, find a safe place to reside. i choose to walk beside you. with my hands left untied.

take my open palm. and place your autumn smile inside. ill hold it with me through the winter, and place it under the starts when the spring wind arrives.

but promise me one thing. you'll never try to look behind my eyes. for there hidden in the depth you'll find the  broken remains, and my long lost tulip harp.