//MY WRITING

• Make You My Home Tonight

• Shine A Little Light Into the Dark

• Melancholy

• Art

Make You My Home Tonight

Misty hills till the dark is gone

Whisper my name in the breath of dawn.

Keep me safe in the fading light,

I’m gonna make you my home tonight.

Blistering wind, won’t you come back to me

Chill the fires burning brightly

Try to freeze this glowing ember

And I’ll see soon in mid-November

Song, O song, so deep wide

Seas of herring in the skies

I can hear you from afar

Your dance eternal in the stars

Ocean dreams keep bringing me home

Fine salt memories in the foam

The Moon Man’s fishing off the docks tonight

The whales’ song echoes off the rocks tonight

Misty hills till the dark is gone

Whisper my name in the breath of dawn.

Keep me safe in the fading light,

I’m gonna make you my home tonight.

Shine A Little Light Into the Dark

Pour a little life inside this empty shell.

Make a little calm out of the angry swells.

Mend the broken pieces of the dying stars.

Shine a little light into the dark.

Put a little heart into your daily song.

Push a little further though the road is long.

Seek and you shall find love in a distant star.

Shine a little light into the dark.

Make a little music with a lot of soul.

A little love and laughter's worth a lot of gold.

Keep your fires burning when the sun goes dark.

Shine a little light into the dark.

Make a little merry with your daily bread.

Cherish the innocence of golden heads.

Let a little life be born beneath their curls.

And shine a little light into the dark.

Melancholy

I used to see the sunrise every day when I woke up

I used to love the little things and the coffee in my cup

I don’t know why things have changed but maybe it’s for the better.

Now I sleep and dream alone in vignette rainbows of December.

Here I fall, my futures on the ground,

And I can hear the sound of the drumbeats in my pillow.

The fading ink is wasted on my crumpled ball of paper

Iron it out, smooth it down, and still it’ll never be in the shape it was before

And all my memories and hopes were on that stationary.

Tiny jots of ink blot out the potential visionary.

Why is this happening to me?

My silent reverie doesn’t play the way it used to.

Is this what it feels like, babe?

I used to hurt, and now I understand.

And I feel nothing.

My fingers melt into the strings,

And I can’t play a single note for you.

And I feel nothing at all.

I just want to feel the way I did before.

No excuses anymore that I can find for myself.

I saw a painting of melancholy, the darkest colors splattered on

A human heart that bled into a pair of soulless eyes

I looked again and found myself staring at a stranger who

Could not depict my feelings rightly

I looked again and saw nothing at all.

Art

The earth was formed, the oceans raised,

The trees grew tall in the skies ablaze,

Great mountains pierced the morning mist,

The meadow blushed with an emerald kiss,

The birdsong rose from the newborn hills,

The fish played in the salted swells,

The horses pawed at the sacred ground,

Immortal breath swept the whole earth round.

And man picked up a charred bit of rock,

And drew until he made an ox.