In my heart I know. In my heart I see. I could let you in there, but what might become of me? My treasure lies in this place, a bounty won with toil and grace. To share it with you I would be happy to do if it meant that you would be happy too. But what if when you have a look, jealousy sets its dirty hook? What if when you see inside you become so inclined to judge my jewels as not worthy, and in desperate need of someone's ruling? Guard this heart of mine I must, but without friendship its gold will rust. I will find the ones that will give and not steal, the ones not ashamed of being perpetaully real.

Today is the best that you can give. Tomorrow, too far away and yesterday, over. In the moment lives the magic of breath, inhaling the hope that breeds possibilities. "Please, please me," says the mind. "Please, use me," says the heart. "Please, free me," says the body. Let it be me that your eyes look after, wondering how we can squeeze more out of this life that has been handed to us, I know more when you whisper and I see more when you dance. Right now is what matters when nothing never lasts.

Where there are two, the victories of foe are few. In the night when fear comes with might to deafen the sound of friendship found, the one whose hand rests in another will find the peace it takes to conquer.

You thought you knew them, til they took off their mask. The face they showed you was part of their daily task. When the world passed out instructions, theirs were misunderstood. They figured what was meant was to "always look good". It's really not their fault, they are doing what they're told. Poor sight and improper hearing has created this nasty mold. Perhaps someone should tell them, probably not too boldy, that the true instructions were to "Love eachother wholly".

The journey is better started when the foundation has been laid. When the wisdom it holds can withstand the heavy rain. When the trail that it carves has room to stretch creating enough for those that remain. Believe in the time that it takes to build and one day a sanctuary your heart will yield.

The perplexity of ecstacy is something quite befuddling. One can't be too far from it to feel it's creeping tingling. The smell of it, the sight of it can cause abrasive lingering. To never have tried taste of it, quite frankly, is life threatening.

The trick to love is staying present in the moment. If one fades and one remains the heart is lost to find its way. And in the dark, with so much hidden it's very likely the heart will stray. Holding on to all that is true is like a map that guides from me to you. The trick to love is always knowing that it takes together to keep on growing.

She walks alone. You fail to notice the ghost beside her. It's handsome and kind but looks nothing like yours, it's why you tell youself she is alone. She smiles and waves. Impossibly real. There's no way she can have such imperious zeal! But what's this you see? Your ghost is waving back with glee. Is there something you missed or is your ghost amiss? The question bears anxiety, "Why with my ghost and her with none, is she so content and me so undone?"

There is magic in the wind you say. Magic that brings change you say. Well blow I say, blow your magic my way. Life has brought me turmoil and I need a place to stay today.