Jealous of the moon

I'm jealous of the moon.

She stares through your window every night.

When you’re lying in your room.

When you’re sleeping and you turn out the lights. 

She stares at you for hours.

And hours turn to days.

Despite all her powers.

She can turn the tide but she just can’t turn away.

I’m jealous of the sun.

He touches you and warms you with His light.

Even though he comes undone.

And blushes when he leaves your side at night. 

He stares at you for hours.

And hours turn to days.

Despite all his powers.

He turns night to light but he just can’t turn away.

And the sun’s confused cause he is used to long to hold the moon.

But since you were born his heart is torn longing to be close to you.

But just like you and I.

They float on through the sky.

Blinded by the weather and momentum keeping them apart.
They both wanna cry.
But they just get by.

With the light they send each other from the heart.

They stare at you for hours.

And hours turn to days.

Despite all their powers.

They keep you alive but they just can’t turn away.

I can relate to the Son.

He reaches for you every way He can.

For you He’d come undone.

Leave it all and become just a man.

He reaches out for hours.

Those hours turn to days.

Despite all His powers.

He turns death to life but he just can’t turn away.

For Miriam.

Sand man

The dust slides between your toes.
Into your eyes and up your nose.
And suddenly your sinking, the lights are twinkling.
You blink and you tear.
It sinks in your ears.
And we hear the wind and yawns of the now stirring dawn.
In the warmth of your bed.
Into the corners of your head.
It fills it with warm dry fodder, so soft and warm you could lie in it forever.
Seeping where dreams quake in the deep.
And awake when you sleep.
And hold plays in your mind the only stage they can find.
While you watch from aside.
Or take part as they guide.
With tandem schemes, and random scenes.
So unusual that as consciousness stirs.
You can reflect but can't remember.
And as you wake and dawn shakes the night's disguise.
Clear dreams and clean the dust from your eyes.
The night's worries slept on and crushed.
Your mind sharp and swept and the voices hushed.