There Are Waves

There are waves crashing 
Inside of my head. 
My eyes grow tired, 
but behind closed lids 
Lie pictures of things 
So beautiful, 
My heart 
Aches and breaks 
Because I cannot 
Paint you my dreams, 
Because I cannot 
Make you see.

I would give anything 
To have the power 
To take your breath away. 
I want to be the trigger 
For that gushing sound 
Of breath sucked in, 
That sharp pang 
When your heart stops, 
That illuminating smile, 
That head rush you get 
When something so 
Flawlessly honest 
And beautiful 
Comes into contact 
With your soul that 
For a moment your chest 
Feels like it's 
About to burst. 

I want to make art. 
I want to make change. 
I want to make you feel alive. 
And when I die I want to come back as a sunrise.
 I want to come back as a song. 
I want to come back as a smile, 
As hope.