How sweet my breath in solitudes wake
How fluid the flesh when none should see
True beauty rare, unveiling its face only
When it should find itself feeling lonely.
Just out of sight they lurk, waiting,
The shadows with their faint whispers.
The true beauty of a thing reveals itself
Only when no one is looking.
How sweetly the wind whistles,
Singing the green of Earth and branch.
The mute man breaks
The deaf silence of his everydays
By giving breath
To a players flute.
Through it and out flows the voice he thought
He could never have.
The blind man has never seen
The brilliance of colour,
He has never seen
The morning dew sparkle
As it clings to a spiders jeweled web.
He's never seen the sun
Or known the joy a single candle can bring
When sitting in a room choked by night.
Then again, he's never known darkness either.
But in that his comfort is made.
For nothing seen or not seen can inspire
His fear.
Many a solitary moment I've spent
Pondering deep my heart
those who have touched it, the marks they have left
Before choosing to from me depart
You've left one too, an imprint rare
One I know time cannot fade
Thank you that with me a piece of your heart you did share
For through that a part of my own heart was made.
Do not think that when you have
Left this physical world to travel trails worn by the souls of the deceased
That you will be so easily forgotten
How sweet my breath in solitudes wake
How fluid the flesh when none should see
True beauty rare, unveiling its face only
When it should find itself feeling lonely.
Just out of sight they lurk, waiting,
The shadows with their faint whispers.
The true beauty of a thing reveals itself
Only when no one is looking.
When we begin our lives,
We are alone,
We walk our path, learning from the elders,
But we are alone.
Many times, we will fall.
Many times, we will rise again.
And when we feel we can no longer face life,
Defiant and strong,
We never ask for the uplifting we're given.
I do not speak, from naivete.
I speak from experience,
Having been lost in the great woods myself.
Having felt that I was wrong,
Like I should be giving up.
Twice, I considered it,
Going to meet the Great Spirit.
Once, I began a descent,
A slow downward spiral
to the bottom of a bottle.
And then, then I met someone.
Someone who would change my life.
Lig
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear