LITTLE LIGHT

Little light
If you know they love you imperfectly
Why do you try
Water and wind are elemental
(They’ll snuff you out)

Little light
What do you do when they all outshine you?

Little light
How are you
Holding back the big dark night
Fighting everything around you?

Little light
You are ready for your time
Of illumination
And if it’s radioactive you won’t care

Little light
How are you
Holding back the big dark night
Fighting everything around you?
Little light
You look for signs
That say you’re wanted
That you were always meant to shine

Little light, Little light
Little light, Little light

Little light
How are you
Holding back the big dark night
Fighting everything around you?
Little light
You look for signs
That say you’re wanted
That they need for you to shine


MISSION TO THE MOON

Shattered in my mouth
There are splinters in these words
Thorns and roots and tangles I have spoken
Then spitting out my teeth
Into a little silver cup
I wake up cold with eyes wide open

I remember climbing trees
Vanishing behind the branches
Cradled in the veil of make believe
Or else I was shooting fish
In a shallow fish pond
As they glistened in the sun

It might be wrong
Or it might be childhood

Summer sheets
And dampened footfalls
Cotton clinging to my skin

Kite strings
And paper wings
Missions to the moon

But shadowed in my mouth
There are pieces of this world
Hidden in the words we have not chosen


TIME MACHINE

All the clocks are standing still
The sky holds back the rain
I want the words I never said
To reach your ears...to reach your ears
So I built a time machine
It sets the clocks on fire
But who will remember
And bring us back...and bring us back

I can taste the ether in the air
Close my eyes and dream without waking
There's got to be a beginning and an end
No carbon for decaying
I can feel the earth shift beneath me
As it breaks and falls into the sea
I swim in bellies aching with confusion
Give me peace...give me peace...give me peace

I've been gone more than I've stayed
Haunting where we've been
Touching and not touching
To feel again...to feel again

Four walls closing in
Writing words upon my skin
Makes a book you say
I wonder where the end begins

I will walk, dishevel all the snow
Depressed by years of travel
Listening to the myth of fingerprints
I let it all unravel
Like a deck of cards with no dealer
Like a sleeper waking from the dream
Hopscotch to a better boulevard
Give me peace...give me peace...give me peace

 

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