EMPHASIS

Death is promised to the bee who's sting protects the colony.
Was its life worth nothing more than honey for the queen?

Life is a branch and it is a dove, handcrafted by confusing love.
Sign language is our reply, when church bells make no sound.

In hollow towers and empty hives, we craved sweetness with a fear of heights.
Was it all just a grain of sand in an hourglass?

The smartest thing I've ever learned is that I don't have all the answers, just a little light to call my own.
Though it pales in comparison to the overarching shadows, a speck of light can reignite the sun and swallow darkness whole.

Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss.
It is the finger pressed upon our lips.
It puts an unwanted emphasis on how we should have lived.

Life is a gorgeous, broken gift.
Six billion+ pieces waiting to be fixed.
Love letters that were never signed, sent to where we live.

But the sweetest thing I've ever heard is that i don't have to have the answers, just a little light to call my own.
Though it pales in comparison to the overarching shadows, a speck of light can reignite the sun and swallow darkness whole.

(Sleeping at Last / Album: Yearbook / Nov. 2010)