This thing.

There's this thing called love
it fills your heart
if you get just the right amount
it can turn your world around
its bright light
its up in the ether
you can give it,
you can take it
its priceless.
you, its all yours
its everyone's around you
your heels come off the ground a little higher every step
you float higher than any building,
its watching the clouds go by
its the sun,
spreading its glowing trace on everything it touches.


There's this thing called love
it fills your heart
its a box of crayons,
every colour, lining the horizon.
one by one
there is nothing like it on earth,
its a drug,
you can't over dose,
you don't run out.
its like a sponge.
you can wring it out,
there is always a little bit left.
a little light fades,
there is starter in this blood
to burn the sky bright white.
for any and all that remain.

this thing.