The lover inside crawls closer,
gasping in between my own breath.
Sweeter, slower, softer,
kinder than would break God's heart;
How will you ever feel my presence,
unless you also know how it feels if I am not here?
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
once upon a time there was nothing, and now theres this.
And the hundred billion stories
orbiting the lights in mother earths starry skies
and while gravity sucks
she understands so much more than reason
how deep it is,
falling right through the centre of everything
why I'm standing on my head now
to prove it all
might be all right
if God just Loves it so.