You sit there upon the bed
writing what will bring awe to my mind

in the camera lens I capture what seems to be pure love
wanting to melt into you and merge but not sure how

picture upon picture you let me take
its as if I’m hungry and nothing satisfies my hunger as you

but when you speak you awaken something inside me
buried so long ago...I push away...I run away
but your words stop me and awaken me to life


Awaken me o’ muse awaken me again.

I wonder why you care...I ponder why you dare
I disbelieve but you stir my soul with truth

I ask not what I question...but wonder
why you let me sit at your feet in awe
let me capture you on camera
wonder why you care...but secretly I must confess

it is you that has awaken my past
it is you who makes it fresh and alive

and...you ask nothing of me

yet I owe you so much

04/15/2004

Posted on 01/27/2005
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