Weatherman

If you love my flowers,

   would you love my rain? 

Every time the thunder comes 

  Will you see me the same? 

If I become a cloud 

   would you watch me all day? 

Gaze at me at night 

    When I chase that milkyway? 

Nevertheless I’ll always come back

    You’ll meet me in the air

Open up my dusty heart

   And make snowflakes everywhere

 Snowflakes become a river 

   And then becomes the sea

I find my self reflecting

     the One becoming We

When you sense the forecast

   I pray that you’ll see love 

And not worry too much

    Of what’s going on above 

My seasons and my tides 

   They are where I reside 

But there is gold in the dew... 

   if you couldn’t tell already, 

     the morning makes it new.

it is a small door

a world of rigid walls,
and thank yous and pleases
something in me writhes and squeezes
please, let me out of the gray

why wont i let me out to play,
in my world far far away.
Theres something inside wishing to leave,
the overflow of something i received

a time ago, or was i child?
of trees and books and forests and wilds
the colors, sights, and all the bright lights...
no walls in my world, no room for the night

so let the colors flow and my captors know
ive seen something better than these cold white snows

the eight and the dancers,
the horse and the masters
keep my body from rot and decay
and my spirit alive another day