On Oceans of Blue

how many moons will i watch with you?
how many nights will you hold me tight?
how many laughs will we forever share?
how many times will we deeply care?
how many days will i wake up and see
your handsome face right there by me?
how many meals will i cook for you?
how many moments will we engrave in our memory?
how many moons will i watch with you?
how many tears will we catch?
how many smiles will we match?
how many walks in the park will we snatch?
how many songs will we hatch?
how many moons will i watch with you?
how many dates will you escort me on?
how many evenings will turn into dawn?
how many secrets will we share?
how many adventures will we dare?
how many feelings could compare
to the love between such a pair
as us two?
how many moons will i watch with you?
how many hopes?
how many prayers?
how many dreams?
how many repairs?
how many joys
will be in our air?
how many moons will i watch with you?

you make me feel
oh! how i feel
beyond my wildest dreams
your words bring such joy
your hands such peace
your love… completion
the beginning
now that we have begun
the beginning has passed
and we are
a state between
then and forever
we can see it
not so far off
God will guide us
He will see us through
come with me
leap with me
splash in the puddles with me
i’m gonna live my life
and i want you as my wife

no words
a mind so full
yet a complete blank
a million thoughts
that dont connect
a mosaic broken
a garden overrun
a religion jaded
with rituals and traditions
the doctors words
went into one ear
and never came out the other
yet they still bounce around my brain
like on a video game
never quite making it to the goal
instead it hangs
like a fog
and comes in bangs
like a gun
isolation
bald
help bathing
food in a tube
these are the phrases i recall

when your feeling blue
and the world is bearing down on you
never fear
God Almighty is by your side
ever present
ever near
and when your life feels bittersweet
lay all your burdens
at His feet
and let Him carry the cross
and all your sins
because of the third day resurrection
despite all types of persecution
with a glorious hallelujah
you and i are forgiven!

its not a matter of footsteps
nor a particular style of twirl
its a beat and a rhythm
a tune and a soul
its being surrounded
in a cloud
of notes
its a magic carpet ride
the breeze not caring for
style or grace
only love
and rhythm
its not a matter of a new dance move
nor a new song
rather, its a time and a rhyme
a cord and a soul
its being consumed
in a muse
of love
in an air balloon ride
the breeze not caring for
hip or cool
only love
and rhyme

the scream from outside
it made my hair curl
the agony in her voice
it made my skin bump
the terror in her throat
it made my heart leap
but what could i do?
what could i say?
when those around her
claim everything is ok
i know
when nothing is ok
ive had a few nothing is ok moments
days, weeks, months
and to hear a shriek ring
against the dead of night
pierce the sleeping sky
so as to make a new star
of red
of hatred
and im sure of this one
of love
this tells me nothing is ok
why do they falsely claim?
what have they to hide?
what part in her pain
did they play?
what role in her fear
did they fill?
i know
when nothing is ok
and that scream
that shriek
that absolute terrorizing agony
animated in her voice
says that nothing is ok

its not anything in particular
its not one thing under my skin
its just one of those days
when everything goes wrong again
its not the truck breaking down
its not the inability to fix it
and its not the other truck breaking down
we have two
they are both broke
its not my lunch that sits at home
while i sit at work
half an hour away
its not that today was water day
and children dont behave
when given free reign
on a slide thats wet
its not that yesterday was sweltering
and the kids lite a leaf on fire
its not that today was humid and overcast
its not that my boyfriend is out of town
its not that my boss is a jerk
its not that people dont cooperate
when things need to get done
and then tattle on me
when they were wrong
its not even that in two months time
ill start a process
that will take a year
that will take my marrow
that will take my health
and take my germs
and take my blood
and after leaving the doctors
we lost the key to the car
its none of these things
none of this is why
yet
its all of these things
its all of it combined
its 4:45
i get up at 7
i leave at 8
i work at 9
i leave at 4
i work at 5
im home by 10
but im awake!
because all of this
is on my mind

oh to be thy pen
to transcribe thy love
to thrill thy mind
oh to bleed they feelings
deep and true
real and raw
oh to bring the inanimate to life
to draw from the well
that is thy heart
to know the first draft
as well as the last
to pen thy pain
and heal thy plight
to feel thy joy
and win thy fight
to know the ins
and to know the outs
oh the joy
to be thy pen

the world believes
very easily
in one man’s ability
to change a lifestyle
a society
an economy
to change a nation

and the world believes
very easily
in one man’s ability
to change the quality of living
the honesty of working
the quantity of money
to change the nation

the world believes
far too easily
in one man’s ability
to change

but no one believes
in the Creator’s ability
to change creation
or the Alpha’s ability
to change a beginning
or the Omega’s ability
to change an ending

no one believes
the Father’s ability
to change a child
or Jehovah’s ability
to change a nation
or Adonai’s ability
to change a situation

we all believe
on man can change the world
because the commercials say so
no one believes
the Supreme Being can change one man
despite the proof He gives us

where does hope lie?
where does trust rest?
in one sinful man?
or the one true God?