the words in a song resound with me solidly,
i tap my foot, once, then faster.
i want to be swept away,
to not be the one to make plans all the time.
while the sun shines i think maybe everything is okay.
but when the moon rises, my hopes fade.
winter will never end,
 it has barely begin.
the sun might not shine again,
words turn to ice in the throat,
a smile cracks upon my lips.
cold breath, exhale.
i dream of tropical forests,
a humid paradise,
with plenty of light. 
i dream, then fall fast asleep.

 
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i hear your song while i try to sleep,
such a haunting melody.
while people hear your voice in awe,
my words are crumpled up in a wastebasket somewhere.
i guess it's natural to want recognition.
to not be alone in a room, silently screaming,
as your song floats out into the world,
my words march along the page, unread.
oh to be heard!
my voice is so soft,
can you teach me to be loud?

Lately I have been thinking a lot about the homeless.
It started on sunday, an organization called Hope gave a presentation.
One thing that really stuck with me is they said something about not only feeding people,
but giving them love, and letting them see God's love.
I thought about all the times I ignore homeless people on the street,
most of the time I don't even want to look them in the eyes.
Where I live, there is a large homeless population.
And sometimes it feels frustrating, I think maybe they are just lazy,
or just plain bad people. But that doesn't even matter. They still need love.
It must be really lonely and scary to live on the street. I really need to remember that.
I still don't know what I can do to help the homeless, but hopefully I will find something I can do.
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i see, a fire burning throughout the city,
so many weary faces.
pained, i lower my eyes,
and just try to move by.
who will lift our heads,
to look those people in the eyes,
ones without a home,
just trying to survive.
another face,
one more cardboard sign.
But these are people,
not statistics
Let's not ignore them.
As love sweeps through the city,
may our hearts change.
may people's lives improve