black bird

black bird,
black bird.
flitting your little wings.
black bird,
black bird.
soaring through the skies.
black bird,
black bird.
herding souls with your eyes.
black bird,
black bird.
don't fly this way.
black bird,
black bird.
you must have misheard.
black bird,
black bird.
i'm not dead...

Footsteps made of ocean

Footsteps made of ocean,

a devotion to the water.

A soul filled with coral,

brimming with the excitment of the waves.

Footsteps made of ocean,

a potion for a happy soul.

Winter Trees

Winter trees hold out their arms,
filled with snow.
Winter trees bestow upon our world beauty,
in frozen times.
Winter trees lie low underneath the weight of the snow.
Winter trees know the beauty of the winter.

If I stand before this ocean...

If I stand before this ocean, will it wash away my worries?
Will it free me of my sins?
Lift my mind of wrong decisions.
If I stand before this ocean, will it fill with all my tears?
If I stand before this ocean, will it swell with happiness from past years.
If I stand before this ocean will I be swallowed in?

Crystal Eyes

Crystal eyes that stare straight back,
that attack your very soul.
Endless pools of crystal light shining on
a hopeless night.
Crystal eyes that stare straight back,
are not forgiving in the night.
Those crystal eyes ones anyone could despise,
hold no person behind them.