You

You are ash on the wind of what could have been Floating out across the sea And I reach out to touch you But you don't know me   And I'm reaching out As if they'll be a green light But all there is Is an echo of you An echo that I never knew.

Dreams

All these things that I tell myself All those times that I lie I'm full of burnt out hopes Washed over by my ocean Of unreachable dreams.   But I still can't let them go I hold them tight Like a child to their parents' fingers And they break apart in my hands So I'll …

Ending

it's the end of an ending That's been going on for years And part of me is sad But I'm mostly just relieved For I don't have to watch it end anymore.   I never dreamed that this ending could be a relief But it's because I care about you That I can't wait to …

Nothing

We are only leaves on the breeze Seeds scattered, Waiting for a place to land. if we don't make something We'll remain nothing. Letters hang in the air Every time I look at you And they form words I don't have the courage to say. We're only still branches No wind to stir us. I …

Something to Say

There's always something to say But I can't find the words I don't have the courage to reach for you. So I let you slip away All those unsaid words in a long line between us. And as you go I open my mouth to speak to you But somehow, they still won't come So …

Time

You smiling at me across the room, Me keeping my head down, Imagining your eyes following me the way mine do you. Height jokes, My corner, Splashes of conversation, Never quite enough time. Snatches of conversation in-between wherever we were supposed to be, That song you hum when silence threatens, You catching me up just …

Why?

There is a question on my lips That I've asked too many times A word that I'm tired of asking But still, I have no answer.   The sky is silent My prayers go unanswered There are no new words, nothing that I don't already know.   And when I was younger I'd make up …

Myself

So here I am, Writing about myself again. writing about who I am Or how I have been saved. If humility is thinking of yourself less then it's a long way away. Perhaps I write about myself because I'm the ultimate authority, I know myself like I know nothing else. But there are things I've said …

Just a Speck

I am no-one and nothing I am a tiny speck on a tiny island and my entire world is but a speck in the vast universe. And I am not a good speck. I am everything that is wrong with the world, wrong with human nature. Even the good I do is tainted Tainted by …

What Kind of Love

What kind of love Would choose me Cover my darkness with light What kind of love Would lift me from my sin Cleanse me within And gift me his spirit What kind of love Would die for me Bleed out on a cross for me What kind of love Would go through such pain Be …