I look in the sky
My dreams spin above my head
Light dances around
I’m a small child,
Watch me giggle.
I’m a small child,
Watch my smile.
I’m a small child,
Watch me run.
I’m a small child,
Watch me spin around.
I’m a small child,
Watch me smile.
I’m a small child,
Watch the world through my eyes.
If I’m your star,
Are you my moon?
If I spin in circles,
Will you steady the room?
Will you guide my hands,
From room to room?
If I hold you gaze,
Will you let it fall?
Will you guide my chin,
And graze my lips?
Will you keep my stocked,
With peanut butter M&Ms?
What is a heart?
What is a mind?
But senseless beings,
That take up time.
They stagger on,
Dragging us,
One bump here,
One stone there.
Only when we look up,
Do we see healing fulfilled.
Only when we lay in God’s hands,
Do our hearts make sense.
Can I say I don’t know?
Can I say I don’t see?
The thoughts I don’t want,
The thoughts I don’t need.
Senseless chatter,
Crowding my head.
Showing me things,
I cannot have.
Why does the heart want,
What it cannot get?
Why do I care for,
What I cannot have?
In the dead of night,
As I lay in my bed.
All I hear,
Is my heart pounding in my chest.
No moment of relief,
No moment goes unchecked.
I simply hear want,
Drowning out sense.
If I were smart I would ignore,
The thoughts that progress.
As I lay motionless,
My heart longing what my mind can’t possess.
I am a bird,
Soaring over the sea.
Hoping the wind,
Will catch my wings.
I am a bird,
Look at me fly.
Can you see me?
Can you see me glide?
I am a bird,
With broken wings.
I am only a girl,
Looking out at the sea.
If I asked you stay,
Would you stay?
If I asked you to go,
Would you go?
If I asked for your hand,
Would you hold it out?
Would you let me go?
Would I be your ruler?
Or the one above?
Would my hands hold your heart?
Just to bruise,
And drop it in the ground?
Would you trust me,
With what matters most?
Would you trust me,
To be a part of your soul?
Observation
Sitting and waiting,
Hoping to see,
A glance that means,
Your ready for me.
I can only watch,
From far away,
Hoping to see,
A change in the day.
That people have compassion,
That chivalry is not lost,
That time is not our master,
And love is the root of all.
Your arms are the strength surrounding me.
Your words are the guide to my head.
Your hands are the healers of my soul,
Healing the deadness of this skin.
My heart is an open book to you.
Your lamp is my guide.
My mind is a constant disappointment.
Yet my words can’t express my love.
How am I to do this,
Just let you guide who I am?
This jumble of thoughts and actions,
Lost in the sand.
Like the foot prints the water takes away,
So would that be my soul.
If not for your strength surrounding me,
And your hands healing every stumble.
