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.