Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Inside of me (a song for Kellye Rae: written mostly before she said yes to me)

I'll be funny just to make you laugh,
and let you keep thinking that time's just passing..

'cause you don't know how you warm my heart.

I'll find a melody that I can sing to,
'cause I know if I start it then you might sing too..

I can't say it now, but you're all I want.

I've been trying to find a way to tell you,
but I couldn't find the words.
Trying to find a way to say you're more beautiful,
than anything I've seen or heard.
Even melody and rhythm fail me,
and harmony makes it worse..
'cause there's just no way to tell you what you're worth...

I love you just the way you are,
and baby can't you see my heart has come alive
since you found your way inside.

I knew it when I saw your eyes,
and baby don't you know you don't have to try,
'cause you found your way inside of me.

I'll spend my life to give you butterflies,
and know its not a waste of my time..

I'll only move if I you'll take my hand.

Run into you to get you close to me,
hand in hand its you I'm breathing,

excuse me miss...
may I have this dance?


I've been trying to find a way to tell you,
but I couldn't find the words.
Trying to find a way to say you're more beautiful,
than anything I've seen or heard.
Even melody and rhythm fail me,
and harmony makes it worse..
'cause there's just no way to tell you what you're worth...

I love you just the way you are,
and baby can't you see my heart has come alive
since you found your way inside.

I knew it when I saw your eyes, 
and baby don't you know you don't have to try,
'cause you found your way inside
of me.



eternity dust.

What worn refrain.

"There must be more to this life"...
And yet in the free-will stillness inside of me,
I hear the familiar voice of discontent.

Where is life, but in favorable company,
too much to drink, and the general abiding sense

that everything is going to be okay?

Where is life but where You give it...
where You breathe it in?

I have come to one conclusion,
standing like the immortal fortress
among the ruins of all that I've believed concerning You...

it is the occupation of humanity to follow the breath.

The vestige of a dying breed;
evidence of beings whose very existence
gives testimony to Yours.

Those led of the spirit;
those called the Sons of God.

There must be more to this life.
There must be life within this life.

There is a dust on my eyelids that gives flight to my dreams..

it is always the waking that grounds me.