Something Else

Sometimes,
Love turns its back on you.
It transforms into a person called Hate.
When Hate has had enough
It shows that it doesn't really care anymore.

It gives you Ignorance
Which shares its depression:
A storm.

But with every depression
Comes something else:
A rose.

And somehow,
In some way,
Love will find its way back.
It's buried inside of you
Waiting for you to let it bloom.

Lighthouse

Inside the lighthouse,
The engine stutters
Coughing up a burning smoke
As it sputters.

Its lungs start to fail,
Its strength begins to die.
After 50 years of life,
It has decided that it's time.

As the foggy mist
Dissolves the morning frost,
No light illuminates the sky:
The ships will now get lost.

And on every ship
There are lives at stake-
With hopeful futures
That the fog has come to take.

Throught the families on the island
Spreads the news of the sailors' fate.
The only solution is to repai the engine,
But they know it's far too late.

With the jagged edge of the island,
The rocky shore so long...
It could only take a miracle
From God and God alone.

The Music of the Stars

The music of the stars
Fills the world with beauty,
Their harmonies loud and bright.

They clash with the moon
To polish their performance,
A symphony in the night.

Can you hear the melody?
Standing out the most?
A shooting star soaring by?

Let its song sink in,
Feel a new world begin
With the music of the stars in the sky.

When I Show You My Words

When I show you my words, I hope to see
everyone of you close your eyes,
let them sink in, and visualize
these experiences that happened to me.

I hope to see you open up your heart,
let in the joy and the sadness,
to feel my pain and madness,
but to realize there's still one more part.

I hope to see my message be found
when my words come to an end
always just around the bend,
and to find that there's hope all around.

New Beginnings

I am from a hammock swinging gently
engulfed in blue
a cloudless sky of blue blue blue
where the birds sing and the summer air
opens up my soul.

I am from the comfort of a kayak
on a lake called Love
drifting, drifting, roasting in the sun
where my worries run dry and my thoughts
can be free.

I am from the top car of the ferris wheel
with a smile on my face
in that perfect moment of happiness
where my wonders of the future trickle
into the distance.

I am from the little old church
down the road
with the out-of-tune piano and graduation robes
where I smiled, where I laughed,
and where I cried.

I am from the melody of a wondrous girl
at the edge of a cliff
letting her hopes and dreams slip through her fingers
where she knows she'll never get them back
ever again.

And now, as the leaves turn brown and summer slows to a stop
I realize,
I am from a world of change
where memories are made and time makes way
for new beginnings.