Knowing Rain

 

If you cherish my beauty,
Then soak in my pain.
You can't understand sunshine
Without knowing rain.
Take a look out the window.
I'll show you my heart,
If you sit quietly.
Here's a good place to start.
 
There's a star out there somewhere.
It's where I belong,
In a far away land,
Where the world knows my song,
Where my logic makes sense,
And my smile can last,
Where my breath can run slow,
And the night goes by fast.

Somewhere those arms
Make a steady embrace.
I don't know who it is,
And I can't see the face.
I just know there's a star
Up there where I belong,
And I'm longing to find it.
I know it's not wrong.

Am I strong enough now
To keep searching so far?
I don't know where to look
Or what's clouded by scars,
Or how old I will be,
Or what stories it keeps,
Or which endless direction
The twinkle might lead.
 
There's a star out there somewhere.
It's where I belong,
In a far away land,
Where the world knows my song.
If you cherish my beauty,
Then soak in my pain.
You can't understand sunshine
Without knowing rain.

Noise

I’m drowsy 

In these noisy sounds. 

I cannot 

Snooze. 

I’m down to 

Laying loose. 

Without a doubt, 

I’m hopeless about 

Passing out. 

All I think is to complain 

About these noisy sounds 

That drain 

My restless mind 

After a day 

Of messing up 

In lots of ways. 

I call out to my mom 

And say, 

“I’ll never snooze again 

This way. 

How can I sleep 

With all these heaps 

Of oozing drowning 

Out relief? 

I’m only 

Losing 

So much sleep.” 

She leans into my door and says, 

“There’s one thing you can do to rest. 

Open your ears to understand 

Cicadas are not from your land. 

The noise they make is not for us. 

They play their very own chorus. 

So close your eyes and fall asleep 

And find the melody they seek. 

To still your mind 

Unwind 

And let their kind 

Play out their own sweet beat.”

Spirits

 

Sometimes I wonder who I am. 

I feel like I'm a grain of sand, 

And if I open up my hand 

I'll slip into another land, 

Where daffodils are blue and pink 

And everyone hears what I think, 

But no one understands a sink, 

And I could use another drink. 

So bring me some old rusty toys, 

And you and I can make some noise. 

We'll laugh and play beside our boys 

Because we know we got our choice. 

And maybe when our night is done, 

You and I can find the sun. 

We'll sit and watch while everyone 

Tries to something something some. 

All they know is all their chains. 

They're slowly marching to their graves, 

'Cause they don't know how to behave, 

And we can see their hearts need saved. 

So come with me, come hear the call, 

You and I will have a ball. 

Maybe when we're done we'll fall, 

But we'll know we had it all.