i want
to fill you with dying birds
and trampled flowers
and the aching of sorrow

to show you that even
in sadness,
i find the world beautiful

and the blue sky can be
home for when you are homeless
and lakes are places
you pour out the burden
and come back for them
when you're stronger

take my eyes
and see the way i see people
and you.

being alive doesn't come
from cigarettes and knifes
but from taking two steps at a time
dreaming out loud
and understanding the depth of our essence