Poems

Perspective

We are but specs of dust
And perspective is to know
I am not alone and you
Are no bigger or smaller

I am neither lesser nor better
For we are but two specs
Like stars in the sky
Bright pinpoints in darkest night

But in my heart it's larger
A star is a great fire
And so are both you and I
Though we are but specs

Longings

I want to grow roots
Like an old oak tree
Tall but very deep

I've wandered too long
And I've grown too weak
While searching and longing

Give me water so I won't thirst,
Bread that I shall never hunger,
Light so I'll never stumble

Joy in my roots,
Something deeper,
And a place like home

You Fly Like Ancient Mythology

You fly like ancient mythology
For you must avoid the sun
But you call it pleasure

You name yourself freedom
Choosing a slow death,
You choke you're own breath

You know not what you do
When true freedom calls to you
To fly higher than you can know

I see you like a child
Trapped in human mistakes
While I dream of another day

For I know you will dance again