If I try to say "I'm sorry" one more time I just might wither into nothing.
Why are you so kind?
I'm starting and ending in all the wrong places, but You won't let go.
What does it mean that You're with me when I'm being stupid?
Does it still matter when everything is my fault? Or mostly my fault. Or partly my fault. But still I don't know how to stop.

Teach me a beautiful song.
I might not sound like it fits at first,
but I think you're swaying along
and it's like I've always known these words.

I wasn't made for the dust
I was raised from the dust
I was made for an "us" and a whisper.
The place where we meet
our secret retreat
is where I was born.

I don't know the way in or out, what is up or is down, but I know you--
I'm starting to know You.

What I know is sweet.
What I know is kind.
What I know is more than sufficient to kick down my doors every time.
What I know is wild.
What I know is sure.
What I know won't fail to answer like each of the answers before.
I know that you're more than
an abstract ideal.
I know that you know me.
I think that you're real.

Accept me. I trust You. Without You, I'll die.
I have You. I miss You. I'll tell all of the shadows You're mine and I am Yours.

It was me, not you.
It wasn't the right time.
I was still getting over my last poem.

We can still be friends,
but when I say friends,
know what I mean is friendly.
Know that I won't save your seat at my table.
They are all taken by my books
my clothes
my love for another.

But when I say friends,
also know that, years later,
when the pain that first brought you to me
is as distant and hazy
as the smoke from my first bridge burned,
I'll smile when I see you;
Note how the core of you is unchanged.
Even with your new look,
your melody rings the same.

Where did he go, the wily one
who swings from branch-to-branch?
The one with the toes like curly thorns
and spider claws for hands?

How did he whisk you off, away
so far from home and land?
I wish I had heard what you tried to say
as he dragged you along on the sand.

Cry, love, please cry
in a voice I can hear
and I will come near--I will come near.

When did you start to change your mind
about our young family fair?
When did you start to look behind
and step through the weeds and the tares?

What did he whisper when the wood
enclosed around your steps?
What made you ready to answer back
and tilt your heavy head?

Call, love, please call
with your voice aloud
and you will be found--you will be found.

Cry, love, please cry
in a voice I can hear
and I will draw near--I will draw near.