firebird

and now, the firebird of fame
has lit upon my window sill;
it knows my secret heart & name
and bids me to enjoy my fill

of what life offers in its turn,
to never fear the fate of dust:
but the rebirth it’s promising
is not one that i trust.

the morning wakes in clearing skies,
but storms await the innocent;
the firebird is beautiful
and soothes the heart that’s torn and rent

but everywhere the glow remains
the shadow follows in its wake,
and some rebirth is merely pain
we go through for pain’s sake.

so now, the firebird has fled,
and dark and wet the morning seems:
and in my secret heart and head
remain these scarlet dreams

of everything that never was.
of what’s to come, i cannot know:
but still there’s ash upon my floor,
and languor
even so

Oh, Love —

Oh, love —
Let every touch be love,
And may the very light that brushes eyes
Call out your name —

Oh, love —
I’ve felt you in the dark,
The hope that whispers comfort when
The night is filled with shame.

The emblem, and the meaningless,
The symptom, and the curse,
The absent, and the manifest,
The chapter, and the verse —

Oh, love —
I want to know your heart,
And feel you pulsing there,
Beneath my skin —

Oh, love —
There is no other way:
For all of us must end where we
Begin

Then Music

Then music gave me walls when there
Was no place left to hide,
And lyrics made me you, so I
Could lay down by your side,
We danced there in my silver dream,
And joy was running free —
For music gave me hope when there
Seemed no hope left for me.

There was a bitter time when I
Felt ringed in with despair,
Exposed to all the elements
And bowed beneath my care,
An open sort of laughter rang
Of onlookers’ derision,
As second- and third-guessed I was
For ever damned decision

Then music made me walls when there
Was no place left to hide,
And lyrics made me you, so you
Would be there, by my side,
We danced there in my silver dream,
And joy was running free —
For music gave me hope when there
Seemed no hope left for me.

I knew one day I’d know you, I
Had met you in a song,
The twisting roads of loneliness
Had stretched on for so long,
And all the earthly signs had said
“Go back. You had your chance.”
That dreams were made for other heads,
By fate, or happenstance —

Then music gave me walls when there
Was no place left to hide,
And lyrics made me you, so I
Could lay down by your side,
We dance now in a silver dream,
And joy keeps running free —
For you’re the music of my hope
My life’s best melody

For you’re the music of my hope,
My life’s best melody