first blossom

take me out of my winter coat
let my hair fly free
the first blossom of spring has come
and the buds are calling me
let me sit in this garden swing
casting cares away
the first blossom of spring has come
and the buds are calling me
opening out in sweet perfume
birds singing up above
showing off the skirted petals
in their colours soft and warm
take me out of my care worn shoes
and let me feet run free
the first blossom of spring has come
and the buds are calling me

special

i'm not big enough
but then i'm not small enough
can't be loud enough
nor even quiet enough
i struggle on
with my intention
the sun goes down without a mention
but the songs burn through me like a fire
guess i'm just not that
special
a different tune
the styled guitar
put the capo up
reach notes that left in awe
the few who sat and did not leave the room
guess i'm just not that special
you get jaded with the many things they tell you
stick your neck out only to get
your head cut off
and even then the songs still burn
like the hole in your shirt
from a cast off cigarette
arrange the lines
make sure the melody is sweet
perfect the timing and the metaphor
so everyone relates
but still the songs
burn bright and hard
still after all
they're not that
special

one

one prayer for you
to be the best
the open soul
the
one
one wish for you
to be yourself
the reflection in the pool
the
one
one hope for you
to get the place
that you deserve
the
one
the only
you

in the valley

the buttery tones of the sun
spread across the morning
and the light filled up the void
peace in the valley again
where the sweet warm day begins
and the robin greets me singing
in a branch of the cherry tree
peace in the valley again
where the dark once cloaked the ground
and i could not find my way
where the solitary path
diverged in the naked wood
and i lost direction
lost connection
til
the buttery tones of the sun
spread across the morning
and the light filled up the void
peace in the valley again
when the golden promise plays
on the edges of the dawning
and i feel you close at hand
peace
in the valley
again

hold on tight

i see the herds of clouds conforming
over this sleepy town
and though i don't really know what's coming
i can smell the cold and feel the ice form

they say that there will be snow tonight
it's gonna cover everything we know
i'm gonna get under my blanket and hold on tight

and you might not know which way the winds will blow
but me i've come to believe in fate
you can go in search of heaven
baby you've always been right near the gate

they say that there will be snow tonight
it's gonna cover everything we know
i'm gonna get under my blanket and hold on tight
hold on tight

maybe it won't be the way i dreamed
maybe it won't be sold as seen
but there's a chance it could be better than any of these

well winters come and winters go
rain and hail and sleet maybe we'll be graced with snow
but all i believe is treasured inside
with grace and holiness i stretch my pride

they say that there will be snow tonight
it's gonna cover everything we know
i'm gonna get under my blanket and hold on tight
i'm gonna hold on tight
i'm gonna hold on tight

all about her

all about her

so fluid and so fluent
so raw and so ruined
maybe you could maybe you couldn't
we'll never know

so perfect so unflawed
so stuck in those jaws
so hard to break free
maybe you shouldn't

still the songs are
all about her

so beautiful yet ugly
so soft yet hard etenally
so easy to be misunderstood

you can't find the middle
it's lost in the circle
you'll have to find a new road home
and wait for the sun

still the songs are
all about her

she took your dignity and ran
you can't see anything else
you're still livin' with the pain she put you through
oh

the songs are still
about her

so flawed so fluent
so raw so ruined
you could and she couldn't
and then you fall

the songs are
all abou her

those songs are
all
about her

soft white orb

soft white orb
in the cup of my hands
i would nestle you
from the cold black sky

and stars like sparks
hover and fall
i would catch
and string you
clasped round my neck
like a necklace of ice

misty sweeps
of frozen cloud
i would wear like a dress
of the finest gauze
and dance in the sky
like a swinging bird

and the soft white orb
would light the path
until the morning
comes

soft

soft and white
layer upon layer
the frozen stars
are falling soft
soft as no noise
when you hear the sound
soft as brushing up against
the velvet
soft as stroking fur
it falls
soft and white
layer upon layer
feathers
petals
silk
and suede
soft and white
layer upon layer
you fall into my hands
and disappear

soft
and melting here