Its 1 am
here I am again
These heavy eyes can't fall asleep
when they close the thoughts they keep
me awake
so I'll take
this moment away
from my busy day
that will soon arise with the sun
to sort out my thoughts with the one
who made the beat and breath
of the heavy sighs and the rainy depths
the light and air
the pen and stare
the pain and gratification
of bleeding ink and anticipation
Capturing thoughts in a jar
like fireflies
Making the world come apart
before it dies
you make me to understand
when I simply can't
Being undone is alright
sitting in the presence of the Author of Life
Like fireflies
like starry skies
like moonbeams
dancing in my eyes
Like teary nights
Like thunder fights
Like moon dreams
flooding out the spite
Here you are breathing peace
here you breathing rest
I find I'm breathing with ease
As I let go to take what is best
You understand my grasping heart
and when all seems to fall apart
you let the fireflies go
and the whole world is caught in their glow
Capturing thoughts in a jar
like fireflies
Making the world come apart
before it dies
you make me to understand
when I simply can't
Being undone is alright
sitting in the presence of the Author of Life
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
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