Dream Life

                                             Keep your chin up little stargazer At worlds above our own, You are small but you are stardust And that's worth more than you've known, For every sun and solar flare Is made up just like you, And if they're cause for wonder Then I promise you are too. Look out little stargazer 'til nothing's left unseen, And know there's not a patch of sky Where no-one else's eyes have been, That the darkness that enfolds you Holds countless other starlit hearts, And with this you stand together Though you live lifetimes apart. Be brave now live lifetimes apart. Be brave now little stargazer The sky is growing light, And courage wanes like moonbeams When it's pulled out from the night, But like those who gazed before you; Know when your heart is full of fear, That it is always in your darkness That the stars start to appear.

  Maybe we're both lost Clueless to where we are Clueless to who we are You say life is great But don't look me in the face I'm struggling to understand You used to tell me everything Nervous and afraid You never did this before I thought I knew you I guess we outgrew us Now we're on separate paths Wondering where it all went wrong When it was there all along Stuck on the brave face But it faded in the awake of who are we became We are not lost We are no longer in love Dazed and youthful to the truth

                                      i think you can tell a lot about a person by the way they talk about time. if time is something linear or cyclical. if they talk about their life as though it goes through seasons the way nature does or if it is something ever growing, always moving forward. if they talk about failure as though it is several steps back on their timeline or simply a change of course. if they describe the day according to the clock or to the sky. was it 5am or dawn? 8pm or twilight? i love to notice whether they speak as though the hours ahead are on opportunity or if they are an order. i love to wonder, is time something that carries them or something they are carrying? i don't really know what to do with this knowledge. i just like having it. i just like the thought that i can tell something other than the time.

                                                 What if I read to you a story, Starting; " Once Upon A Time", And you realized that it was your life, Spelt out on every line, Would you hear my voice with wonder, As it brushed across each word, And pray my arms had strength to hold, The truth about your world, Would your view on life be different, And would it shock you most to find, That the things you thought defined you, Could be summed up in just two lines, And all the ones you took for granted, The ins and outs of every day, Play a bigger part in who you are, Than you'd ever dared to say, Would you wonder at the pages left, And all the places that they'll lead, Then vow to make each moment, One that you'd be proud to read, Because there is a story of your life, But it's you that holds the pen, And I hope you fill the pages right, Before you reach the end.

                                  You tell her that she's beautiful, She laughs and asks you how, When there's crack on her front tooth, And there's a crease between her brow, Where is all the beauty, In her slightly-too-big nose, In her freckles on her cheeks, And how her hair takes years to grow, And you wonder where she learnt, That beauty lies upon your skin, So that she thinks it doesn't cover, Everything she holds within, Its very definition, Is "pleasing to the sense or mind", But she's let them change the way, She thinks her beauty is defined, It breaks your heart to know her mirror, Is how she estimates her worth, And not the lives she's made much better, By simply being on this earth.

                                           I'm not supposed to want you; I'm not supposed to care, and yet I spend my time dreaming of all that we could share. I'm not supposed to think about you or wonder where you've been, but no matter how I fight it, thoughts of you sneak in. I'm not supposed to ponder where you are each night, but you creep into my vision when the stars shine bright. I'm not supposed to yearn so, always wishing you were here, but I hunger for your kisses, and I long to draw you near. I'm not supposed to imagine where you are and what you do. I know I shouldn't cater to a single thought of you. I'm not supposed to need you. I know these things. I do. And yet I can't help myself, because I fell in love with you.

                                     If you go outside at night, After the world has gone to sleep, You can hear the planet sigh, Under the secrets it can't keep, And the wind sings different tunes, To all the ones you hear by day, As though it's choking on the words, That we're all to afraid to say, And I wonder at the problems, We've tried to melt inside its core, Whether it's packed so close to bursting, That it can't hold many more For how can we see it's weakness, When we've not known something so strong, And if it weeps and we can't hear it, Does that mean there's nothing wrong?

                                                          I still search    for you in crowds,    in empty fields    and soaring clouds. In city lights     and passing cars,     on winding roads     and wishing stars. I wonder where     you could be now,     for years I've not said     your name out loud. And longer since     I called you mine     time has passed     for you and I. Yet I have learned      to live without,     I do not mind     I still love you anyhow.