The Bridge (Dedicated to my Sister)

The gap of dry muddy time

Has been my friend during the drought

The vacant holes inside my mind

I've always been a decade behind

Empty spaces filled with doubt

The gap of dry muddy time

Puzzle pieces are hard to find

When they are lost or are thrown out

The vacant holes inside my mind

I'm learning how to build and bind

The memories I've lived without

The gap of dry muddy time

I don't regret what's yours or mine

It's something I've stopped thinking about

The vacant holes inside my mind

I've built a bridge to cross and climb

I no longer fear the drought

The gap of dry muddy time

The vacant holes inside my mind

Still-born

Alone left unattended

Inside my world of consciousness

Unused and lost in my wrinkled womb

Wasted and neglected cerebral spawn

Lay lifeless inside of me

Unattached from umbilical circuits

New ideas are born but never breathe

Misplaced inside a migraine

Miscarried from birth

When I hear you say you love me

When I hear you say you love me:

The sun rises, flowers bloom

Darkness is gone

Smiles, no frowns

Gloomy clouds fade

Warm feelings melt my heart

Like a burning candle

Slow and seductive

Shivers down my spine

Chills of love eternally

The words you whisper in my ear

Trickle down inside my heart

Like raindrops on a window

Falling...

In love with the words you speak

The way you look into my eyes, into my soul

Tell me what I want to hear

When I hear you say you love me.

Believer

I believe in the unbelievable so much it makes me full

Things that are inconceivable are things that never dull

I believe in the unexpected, a wind could knock me down

The earth can quake enough to break the silence into sound

I believe in love's devotion, how love is passion's seed

Some think I'm naive like a ship on nature's speed

I'm only a believer just trying to believe

I heard a myth from a man of the sea
That the blood from Mermaids turns into gold
I asked him how he gained word to tell me
He began the story to me he told
Over a few bottles of rum we talked
And I noticed he was drunk off his mind
I trust his tale though he couldn't much walk
This drunken pirate was one of a kind
So after he finished the tale he spoke
I knew that this was a trek I must take
To embark on my journey, one man broke
I should set sail when the morning awakes
You may be thinking how foolish but yet
What a man must do to even his debt