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Always at home
04:11
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When we are old, I will sit in the love seat
and you in the rocking chair, warm in the sun.
We’ll read Great Expectations,
you’ll crinkle your nose at me,
peering around the book’s binding to look in my eyes.
We’ll quietly walk down familiar paths,
following the footsteps that walked here before.
I’ll repeat old clichés
about how old bones ache
but you’ll know that I’m really just searching for something to say.
And I’ll always be at home with you.
Yes, I know I’ll be at home with you.
My eyes will grow moist when I look at the grandkids,
remembering all the pain they will face,
but you’ll smile as you pull
all three children in close
and you’ll tell them a story, how birch trees outlasted the war.
And I’ll always be at home with you.
Yes, I know I’ll be at home with you.
Sometimes you worry, what if things change?
I say that our love, dear, it won’t stay the same.
The sunflower’s face keeps on tilting
to follow the light
and at night I am safe cause I know that I’ll
always be at home with you.
Yes, I know I’ll be at home with you.
And I’ll always be in love you with.
You I know I’ll be at home with you.
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Pen over paper
01:54
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She’s curled in her chair at the corner desk
Pen over paper
The cat tickles her cheek with a curious nose
The warmth from the tea in her hands
Is channeled through fingers
Borne into verse
Steeped in rhythm
And meter
And metaphor
Don’t speak now
Don’t speak
Only listen
Pen over paper
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The path ahead
02:58
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We wave goodbye.
They sing us the old song
as we depart,
holding our memories in our hands.
We turn and take one final longing look
at all we’ll never touch again,
then set our footsteps firmly east
to find some far and unknown land.
We don’t know our destination
but the path ahead is clear,
we will survive.
The journey’s long
and tempers are short.
Our souls are tired,
but our wills are strong.
We board a train, a boat, an airplane,
or we grab our bags and walk.
We face many walls before us
but we will not be dismayed.
We are fleeing mortal danger
so the path ahead is clear,
we will survive.
The sun drops down
in a brand-new sky,
and we drop our bags
in houses we don’t recognize.
We lie unsleeping in our beds
with foreign sheets and borrowed slippers.
We wake in strange square bedrooms
and go out in search of faces.
We only find unseeing eyes
but the path ahead is clear,
we will survive.
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4. |
Out of your faults
05:11
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I could paint a masterpiece
with the colors of your faults.
Every error you’ve ever made
mosaiced into likenesses of
willow and forsythia.
Your darkest secrets flowered.
Your drabbest moments
decorated by golden braids of daffodils.
If I were an artisan
I could turn your failures into beauty.
I could convert your convoluted scars
into a simple path to bring you home.
I could perform a symphony
with the rhythms of your fears,
every terror, broken sweat,
beat of siren timpanis and
shout of sudden cymbals.
Your costly nightmares sung.
Your trepidations
bowed by cellos in secret lyrical melodies.
If I were an artisan
I could turn your failures into beauty.
I could convert your convoluted scars
into a simple path to bring you home.
But I’m not an artisan,
can't find the perfect hue.
I can’t shape a melody
to tune your every moment to the
notes that I have chosen.
So, I’ll put my metaphors down
and unburdened watch as you
show the whole world what
colors you are and we’ll
have to admit that un-
covered you really are
glorious.
If I were an artisan
I could turn my eyes to see your beauty.
I could accept your convoluted scars
and join you on the path toward home.
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5. |
Velveteen
03:54
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What does this life mean when you’re all alone,
knocking on doors, and no one’s home?
What does this life mean when you’re in a crowd
and nobody knows your name?
Nobody knows you’re afraid.
And you feel so forsaken,
hear these words:
You are loved.
What is this life worth when all you make
are bad decisions and more mistakes?
What is this life worth when all you’ve done
burns down to ashes and now it’s gone?
Burns down to ashes, now it’s gone.
And you feel so forsaken,
hear these words:
You are loved.
You may feel
ragged and worn
but love, I’ll make you real.
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