Most of The Time

We live and we breathe
We think and make believe
Most of the time

You fill these empty spaces
With the grace of angel faces
Most of the time

You give all that I can take
You give yourself away
Most of the time

I've tried so hard to stop
Against the hands of clocks
To buy some time

To hope in time
That this would all be fine
Most of the time

Now I live and breathe
With all my memories
I make believe
Most of the time

Tribute

A tribute to my fate
Weaved of love and beauty
Framed in such irony

Like a dreamers' love
Spun in gold and glitter
Thrown like wind blown cinder

I've found a truth
A truth about my loves
Two enchanting, ironic loves

Your free and lively natures
I fear to live and leave about
But cannot live without

I'd chase after your halos
To chase but not to steal
To seek that secret thrill

I crave to hold but just a while
Your tender brilliance
Your fragile spark

But alas I will lose you
For you cannot be owned
Not by my choice alone

For you see the question is
Not if I could love you
For I surely do

And not if you could love me
But if you
Would choose to

I guess I'm finally happier now
Knowing what I did not
But still ignorant about a whole lot!