go

if i don't inhale
air
too much

if i softly
walk
along the way

then i won't feel
so much

and the sadness
that's coming
will go away

if i look to the
blue
of the sky

if i try hard to
listen
to each refrain

then i won't crash
so hard

and the heart
that'll weaken
will mend again

go away
sad
go away
pain

let me walk free
for these last few
hours

go away
worry
go away
weak

let me think far
beyond my meager
power

give me the chance
to have reality

before i hide
my vitality

in dreams again

(go)

about the time

it's right
about the time
when you're
"too sensitive"

it's right
about the time
when you've
worn out your welcome

it's right
about the time
when goodbye
becomes a blessing

and a hurt  
at the same time

you can
honestly say
that you've felt better
than to-day

but you can't
honestly feel
that what you say
will make a difference

day to day
time after time

words won't always 
rhyme

it's what we do with
the silence
that matters

(know)

foraged

sometimes
it's not in the choosing

it's in the journey to
the choice

and that takes two

you can't interrupt
the tracing
of the road

you can't understand
the process
nor the tradition

just
let it alone

leave your
attentions
to the surroundings
around you

don't focus on
the forager

or you'll be
ravaged in the end

(again)

quiet

he wants quiet
so often

i want touch
too much

he's mellow and
forgiving

especially when i'm leaning
his way

polished and sophisticated
is he

how could he allow
the loud
of me?

"quiet" he whispers,
with a smile on his face

even though he knows
that silence is out of place
with me around.....

(peace)

questioning heart

are you warm
enough?

the winds blow
so suddenly
here

and i know
you aren't used
to the cold

are you hungry?

i eat whenever
i feel like a change

i can rearrange
my schedule
for you

are you happy?

i know the truth
is hard to say

but give me a clue
that i'm making
your day

better than it was
before

did you know
that i love you?

no matter what's
in store

no matter no more

just you

(new)

reunion

with hesitation
and fear

i quiver near

with compassion
and hope

you draw forth

with whispers
and calm

i come around

with wishes
and chance

we dance

learning 
to be us
again

(grow)

pep talk to the working mother, far from her child

there are two people
watching him

there are two people
who will call
and see if he's ok

he's ok

he's the baby
of the family

but he's not a baby

he's a boy
who will tell
how he's feeling

let it go, elsa
don't make a scene

mothers
have been working
for thousands
of years
without worry

he's not cursed
with your sickness

he'll live
(and you will, too)

relax