The doors keep barking
at the front screen door
The dust keeps collecting
In the corners of the floor
The guitar of a woman
Shines soft in the light
Pouring in from the windows
As the art of the sound
And the rays spread wide
Over the walls and the ground

She said autumn is just around the corner and with it brings pain
But more so laughter
In the beauty of rain
I said as the memories fall
Like puddles in our hands
Let’s run far away
From the worlds demands
She picked up the guitar
And she strummed me a song
I said we can’t stay here
For too awful long
We could travel the years
We could travel the lands
As long as I’m not far
From the reach of your hands

The guitar of a woman
In between the strings
There’s a garden of trust
There is a heart full of dreams
I’m beginning to see
That home is where she is

Home sweet home
Home sweet darling
You are my only home

of all

of all the silence
I had wanted to say that silence sounded more like God.
soon after, we heard bells chiming gently in the distance.
Soon after the silence faded to the sound of rain,
also landscape, also wind
I had wanted to say that these hands of ours are more like cranes.
I had wanted to say that memories vary in distance as the space between the stars

I had wanted to ask the people
of what America do you know?
of all the nations caught in war,
will you one day know what freedom is for?
Of all the cities of slave brick streets
of a hunger inhuman
of all the homeless hugging the streets, my heart remains restless and homeless for you

Of all the hurt that you know,
I hope that you will let go
of all the misery
dwelling in your eyes,
You know
you've never looked surprised
of all the lonely and the weak looking to be at rest,
a longing inside your chest
may you live in steadfast glory,
may you never be in a hurry
may you be clothed
in patience and humility

of all those who spend days working for wages
and building paper house
of all the winter icicles
clinging to your bones
of all the ones who traveled too many broken roads.

of all the beauty found
in the darkest hour of pain
even in the darkness
hold onto the light

of all the silence
I told them that silence
sounded more like God
soon after we heard bells
chiming gently in the distance,
It echoed from our ears
to awaken our souls.
I told them these hands of ours
are more like cranes,
that could be used to lift things that are much larger than this world.

all the silence, we are
all the same, we are many
we are all the same, we are one