The Air Is Clean

I never knew you could touch grace,
Feel, hold and understand her.

The way you have spoken to the Universe,
The way you let the wind tangle your hair,
While listening to nature's speech.

Do you find grace or do you choose it?

I've lost my yearning appetite
I lost my urge to finish a fight.

Starvation mode - an addiction to feel.

Once you fall off the branch of that tree,
I can't assure you'll land among another.

Take grace, and grab hold of these strings.
Everything fragile, may tear apart.

But here, with her. You'll just float away.

Home Bound

The drapes being dragged open
Sunlight, come in.

Lost the verge of madness,
In myself I wasted sin.

Skin to golden ray,
Smile Ive stumbled a way

Back to Earth you fall
Out of dark again,

Goodbye stars, my friend.

Life awaits, again.

The Pages That Made You

In blue ink splattered
Across blank, empty pages
You found yourself.

In words, in circles, repeated.

Just with the movement of a hand, there is magic.

You write, you touch, you feel.
You hold another hand within you're own.

And here..you held a pen that found you.

Falling

I guess it was
A taste for the future.

What to feel.
What to hold.
What to know I have
When I have it.

What to search for..
You gave me a night.
I won't forget.

Like a saviour
You held me.

We fell...
Into dreamland.

In Your Arms

It only feels right when you hold me in you're arms
There's no where else I feel I belong.

Daydreamer

You keep trying to stop yourself.
Letting force begin to take control.
Not allowing yourself to have what you wish to have.

When you really got to let it go,
And go after what your dreaming of.