you and I can find a way
to find a peace of mind,
maybe something like a compromise
walk far enough to a distant beach
where we can dig deep enough to let the problems sink.
Maybe we can find waves that crash and roar
Louder than the words we’ve used in our war,
Maybe If I let the tide pull me out to sea,
You’d realize how close you are to losing me.
Maybe if we had more passionate kisses in the night,
That would make the darkness seem to be light,
Maybe the frigid waters’ chill and ocean wind
Would force us to hold each other hot again
But you know that’s a lot of maybes, and a lot of ifs,
And I guess it all comes down to a very distant ocean.
Every year teaches me I’m not who I thought.
Every day passes quicker and becomes another lost…
I wouldn’t fast forward, and lose a precious moment I’ve got…
but I wish my past passion was still hot.
Oh make it thunder, make it rain,
let the stars crash and jupiter break.
Let the magnetic poles abruptly switch,
let life turn on me like a bitch.
I don’t really care, any more.
i just need to feel something like before.
It’s not enough to have a one who loves you.
if you don’t have the fire of love for them too.
So let a tsunami break my world apart,
let the mundane take on some sort of spark,
let my old wounds heal, let the numbness feel,
Let my soul come alive… make it real.
Once upon there were fairytales. And there was magic. And there was wonder all around. It’s a world that still exists. It’s a world that moves and transforms. It’s more like a fog that is filled with mystery, excitement and shimmering lights within your soul.
Usually this magical fog only surrounds children, but every now and then, us grown ups get to share in the magnificence of this belief. This belief that there is more, and that it is spectacular. Perhaps when we dance on a warm summer night, or when we begin to fall in love, or when there is a moment that we just know was meant to be… the sparkling air tickles our hearts, and entices us into this world again.
I fell in love with this world, as a child. I’m sure my windowsill needed more paint than any other piece of wall, or even baseboard in our homes after we moved. I would lay my head and look up until my neck began to hurt from it. I would go to find swing sets and imagine i was flying, and i would climb up every tree, just to get closer to the sky.
I always knew that was where the magic came from; the sky, that is. The sky, and in water. in rainstorms, in rivers, in ocean tides, in sunsets, in rainbows, and in transforming clouds. Everything was possible.
I miss that world. I still look for it. But that magical haze comes not in a stressful pursuit of it, but in a peaceful submission that life happens and it’s beautiful anyway. I think we all miss it. We all want it.
I wonder if I’ll get to be a child again. What’s after this? is the haze the reality? is that distant magic actually a foreshadowing of the future? I hope so. I pray so. And in case it makes any difference, tonight i will wish so on a star…
There used to be peace in the silence
now, it’s static and unfinished lyrics that collide
there used to be trust in the promise of fate
now, it’s a cynical and sarcastic thought on the side.
I used to write poems four times a day,
about love and the feelings, and la la la,
and now i just can’t figure out what my heart wants,
and i can’t even say that it was anyone’s fault.
i just slept through the night of my northern lights,
i just, didn’t notice my shooting star as it flew by,
i just, jumped in the ocean, and let my boat float away,
thinking there’d be cruise ships if i just wait one more day…
oh time is a flirt and a hooker, at heart.
selling us moments that costs us our youth,
and wile, with certain moments come wisdom,
it hardly turns their false promises in the truth…
No Mr. Prince charming was not out there waiting,
no there was no love at first sight, or magic that night.
It wasn’t all about a game, and when you leave,
they won’t always follow, and it’s not always worth a fruitless fight.
So now, i take my magic beans and what’s left of my youth,
and try to haggle with time and wisdom to agree,
that while I may not deserve perfect or happily ever after,
I certainly have earned to have my silence filled with peace.