Me and the Rising Sun

when it's just me
and the rising sun
I know no heat
no deathly chill
only the warmth on my fingers
a gentle breeze on my face

when it's just me
and the rising sun
I know no bitterness
from yesterday's dusk
only the hopeful restlessness
of waiting for the sun

when it's just me
and the rising sun
I know not your name
you must be miles away asleep
dreaming up sunsets and starlight
it's just me and the rising sun.
  

God and His Strange Sense of Humor

One day things are so and so. Life is comfortable, and I like the familiarity. Then suddenly I just wake up, and things have changed, apparently. I don't like change. Change is bad.

Especially this change.

I pore over everything and analyze and read into and feel all there is to pore over and analyze and read into and feel but in the end I just feel tired.

So I resign myself to the idea that this is just God working, through His strange sense of humor.

But what if He's serious?
 

(Untitled)

I'm looking for someone
whose name I do not know
whose face I have not seen
whose voice I have not heard

When it starts to rain on the long walk home
I feel your arm on my shoulder
and I can hear you fumbling
for an umbrella in your backpack

I know that you are looking for me, too
on your long walks home
when the streets are cold and the stars are asleep
you wonder how warm it must be in my embrace

You could be anyone
then again, you could be no one
I can't wait to meet you
but maybe I already have

(written for a good friend)

It's dangerous business

taking long walks alone
to nowhere in particular
this morning I left my headphones at home
there was no music to screen my thoughts of you
just the lonely sound of silence
and the last words you spoke to me
on loop inside my head
for some reason I was fine with that :)