The Prospector

Colors have been changing,

From yellow to blue,

And everywhere in between,

Who knows what tomorrow holds,

Because I've been so bipolar,

I can't find my heart again,

But melodies are filling in the cracks,

Notes are like cannons bursting through the quiet,

I've been stuck questioning,

To be content or impatient.

Hearing whispers of the future,

Is a dream I've been pleasantly haunted by,

I may be ruining the surprise,

I just want to know if I'm chasing the wind,

I've been walking home to a ghost,

And then waking up to the sunrise,

Even though it's just a thought,

I have more incentive to hope than before,

Slowly transparent images will become concrete,

I'll try as hard as I can to make this dream reality

Well I guess my heart isn't my own again,

When it's gone melodies are like cannons,

Ripping through my walls,

Leaving me alone in the cold,

But I've grown to love the feeling,

Notes are gliding up and down,

Making me feel so empty,

I just want to know,

Am I chasing a lost cause.

I may be spoiling the surprise,

But it's worth waking up to you,

Please just give me a sign, 

I won't say a word,

But I'll make everything work in the end

duh it's easy!

I feel asleep with a page at my side,

Blank with thoughts that never escaped my mind,

When I awoke,

It was covered in shapes,

Browns and Blacks,

Circles and lines,

It was vaguely familiar,

Something I've seen before,

I hadn't taken the time to remember,

But something I knew I couldn't forget

When I put together the glass prism,

The puzzle became clear,

Down the wooden hallway,

I've been looking through windows,

Where you see yourself,

Standing like a reflection,

But the frame was more inviting,

When the night had approached,

The curtains came down,

Until the morning came,

The owner opened their eyes,

The curtains pulled back once again

While walking through town,

Everyone was carefree,

Everything was going according to plan,

They got their way and so did I,

But then I was left with nothing,

The ground began to shake beneath my feet,

All I could hear was the air,

Whispering in my ear,

Trying to persuade me,

Saying I was wrong,

Well the wind was right.

Everything I thought I knew,

Has been thrown out the window,

There's no more absolutes,

Only questions with open answers,

I'm trying to tell myself,

It will be different,

When the day comes to an end,

But I enjoyed the view of ratios,

Being close to one,

I'll settle for seven,

Instead of three and a half

Giving up on secrets

I've been sending letters,

Waiting for anyone to read,

To tell me what they think,

And speak of what they mean,

But none could give me an answer,

I felt so clever,

Not one of them could see,

What any of them implied,

All alluding to one thing,

If I'm in love,

Than nobody knows tonight.

In a field full of kites,

You'll find her,

Above the trees in a hot air balloon,

Staring at the stars,

Getting as close as she can,

She's in love and so am I,

Not with ourselves,

With the creator of the sky,

But as our heads went down,

We were looking at each other.

Night came and there she was again,

Not just a face,

Now more like a friend,

We talked for a time,

And I stood attentive,

Taking in every word,

Then she said farewell,

And I told her goodbye,

We'd joked of this moment,

But kept it in mind,

And then it happened,

I never thought of it like this,

But I was pleasantly surprised.

Down by the ocean,

You'll find her,

Sitting in the sand watching the waves,

Looking at the fish,

And all their flashing colors,

She's in love and so am I,

Not with each other,

With the maker of the sea,

And when you know this,

You don't walk alone,

You walk together.

Now we travel the world side by side,

Proclaiming God's glory,

Thanking Him for sight,

We once walked around in darkness,

But now cover our eyes,

Now years have past and our tattered shoes,

Can't hold themselves together,

We put them to good use,

And there's more than enough memories,

To keep dreaming of times we shared