No words for so many letters

Weekend wills away my fears
back to the day
it's almost Monday
what will this week hold?
Finding the time
Finding myself
finding the music to accompany
he says
these words make him happy
that we can
wisk away
fly and make only music
for the sky
if we don't try...
what do we loose?
Our destiny
this creativity, which pours out of me
pools on the grounds of landscape anatomy
and the annoyances of life
not being
but I cherish
going to church and watching my pastor cry
tears of truth, not hiding behind the gauze of personality
to hurt with another human.
And I sit, up front and centre and
wonder in how many ways
I can hide behind the music I make...
How I can effectivly pretend not to hurt
not to try, just sit and be be this "beautiful"
when it's just ugly secrets I wish
I could spit out for good
For Good, forgotten
drifting away in a bottomless, expanse of beautiful bountiful ocean
In the words of a famous friend
"There are no words for this"