Pages

The pages rustle in my favorite book

And the story comes back, my dearest friend

The place where my limitations do not exist

And the only sadness is when the story ends.

Knowing is Nothing

The wind whispers what the trees will not say

The candle flickers what the heart faintly believes

The lips move in ways that disobey their maker.

You are tired, I know

You are tired, I know

You are tired, I know

You are strong, I know

You are wise, I know

You are graceful, I know

You are blessed, this I know.

If I could give you the wind,

If I could give you the flame,

If I could give you the words,

I would.

If I could take your pain

And put it away in myself

So you would never feel it,

I would.

The wind whispers what the trees know

The candle flickers what the heart wants

The lips move to speak the truth

And you are whole

You are whole.