Red handprints, hard and bright,
Against a blue dust wall.
Sandy roads and trodden feet,
Midnight before the ball.
Hellos after good byes have faded,
Punches precursors to hugs,
Boats that float on dry, sand waters,
Stone floors with foot worn rugs.
A man who sits with a toothless grin,
And a hand with teeth far too many.
Stuck together in a dried false smile.
He’ll sell them to you for a penny.
Diamonds in the rough do not shine quite as brightly
As the diamonds we see in the sky,
And diamonds that glow in the blackest black canopy
Pale to the stars in our dreams as we lie.
And a dance danced for one doesn’t light up the world
As a dance danced for no one at all.
Dance for the no one who wishes to see,
And will catch you if you think you might fall.
Hands outstretched but never held close
And hearts that are strung on a sleeve.
Hung out to dry on a sandy, dry day,
Hearts that are stitched in the weave.
Smiles that break hearts carry more weight
Than the smiles that lift hearts above.
Smile doubly as much for the hearts that are broken
For all hearts can be mended by love.
Words spoken loudly are not as important
As the words whispered in the little boy’s ear,
And the words that hurt are not as often remembered
As the words that soothed his fear.
Raindrops that fall on the roofs of the houses
Are not as fun as when they fall on your head,
And going to sleep bored is not nearly as nice
As being tired and worn in your bed.
Dreams are more there when they’re dreamed with eyes open
Than the dreams we dream with them tightly shut.
The dreams that you wake for and live for and laugh,
Feel the tears and the blood in each cut
Life is more worth it when it makes you cry,
Life’s only life when it tears you apart,
But smiles are there from all other people
To pick you up, and sew together your heart.