Catching Fireflies
When I was just a little girl
And the summer nights seemed so wild
I ventured into the darkness
And I felt so fearless next to a fire
I was mesmerized
Hypnotized
I was catching fireflies
I held my glass jar and saw
My reflections from the fire
I never understood my simple desires
They painted pictures so vivid
And the light from the fire in the dark was like a ribbon
I was simply mesmerized and hypnotized
I was catching fireflies
And they glittered and sparkled
Little lights against the night
My fireflies I had collected
My heart filled with delight
I danced in the woods
Twirling round and round
I was simply mesmerized
Hypnotized
I was catching fireflies
When I awoke the next morning
In the light of day
Their fires had all gone out
And I was to blame
For the extinguishing of their flames
I didn’t understand
For they were still held captive in my jar
No lights, no flight they had all gone dark
No longer any spark
No longer mesmerized
I had to release my fireflies
I let go of my fireflies
It’s with the innocence of a child
That we sometimes become wild
And allow the simple longings of our heart
We get caught up in the lights
And the dizzying heights
Of all we thought we needed in our lives
But sometimes in the chasing after
We are simply mesmerized
And hypnotized
And we begin to realize
We were simply catching fireflies
Lisa Benjamin Muench
June 2019
Songwriter
Songwriter
I’m just a songwriter
I can paint a picture with my words
I sculpt a melody so the story can be heard
And for just a moment I can take you back in time
And create a snapshot
Within the corners of your mind
But I’m just a songwriter
My medium is thin air
And some words that I will share
I’ll spin them into gold
And before you know it
You feel them deep within your soul
And I can bring tears to your eyes
Before you even realize
That you’re living in a memory
And feeling every emotion
That you once did
But you were just a kid…
And I’m a songwriter
I paint a picture with my words
And before you know it
Your heart is running towards
That old melody
It sounds just like a symphony
The loudest sound inside your head
Your soul just wants to be fed
And those sweet memories
Keep on coming back to seize
Your heart and your soul
And you just wanna go
Back in time to realize
The pain is still fresh paint
It won’t dry and you can’t wait
To feel so deep again
So alive
You want to revive
You need it to survive
So take the pen, Songwriter
Go deep within, Songwriter
I will let you in, Songwriter
You can restore my soul
And I just want to know,
Songwriter
Just how it is you
Truly know
My soul,
Songwriter
Lisa Benjamin Muench
May 2019
Vagabond Heart Adrift at Sea
I stand on the balcony on a ship at sea
I sang Vagabond Heart only knowing what it meant to me
There were whitecaps passing by
But much to my surprise
I was at peace
I saw those waves rushing by
Created by the movement
Of the things I feel inside
And I am moving
I’m not losing
This sense of me
It is who I will always
And-forever be
And I’m singing Vagabond Heart
On this ship that’s heading for a shore
Always longing for something more
And the ocean keeps turning and churning
And I keep feeling her yearning
For a heart so simple and pure
Just like my Vagabond Heart
I wish you knew this Vagabond Heart
She keeps beating breathing and simply being
She can’t help but be
a Vagabond Heart
Grassy Strange
April 2019
Yesterday’s Mirror
Yesterday’s Mirror
As I look in the rearview mirror
I see those roads I traveled down
Funny how they don’t seem
Familiar now
Wish I could say they weren’t so dusty
But the corners of my mind
Have become rusty
And in yesterday’s mirror
I see some good memories
But it’s hard to love the ones
That you didn’t share with me
As I look in the rearview mirror
I see so many things I missed
I guess I was looking down
Because I had to shift
Those backroads in my mind
Some were bumpy Some so rough
And I guess over time
My heart became a little rough
And in yesterday’s mirror
I see I passed by a thing or two
I wish the backroads I traveled
You had gone down too
And it seemed so easy
To look in yesterday’s mirror
But now every time I do it
I always feel a tear
And I can’t look back
No, you can’t look back
In yesterday’s mirror
There are things I wouldn’t change
And some things I wish I could
But looking into yesterday’s mirror
Is something that I should
No longer do
Because I start to miss you
Because you can’t look back
You should never look back
Because sometimes things aren’t clear
When you look in yesterday’s mirror
March 26, 2019
Lisa Benjamin Muench
A.k.a Grassy Strange
My Tumbleweed
My Tumbleweed
I sent out a tumbleweed
That was tangled deep in my heart
It blew across the prairie
Wild from the start
The wind it howled and carried it far
From the depths of my desert soul
I don’t know how it grew so large
For it was formed within a deep dark hole
The aching and the longing
Of my lonely tortured mind
My tumbleweed scours the prairie
For the someone I long to find
To quench my thirst for love and laughter
For the happily ever after
To which only seems elusive
so exclusive… not meant for tumbleweeds
Aimless wandering tumbleweeds.
Calling out for you, no answer
no place to land
brushing only sand
Constantly roaming
And I wonder
Never knowing
Will he ever see
My tumbleweed
For those who see the beauty in a tumbleweed
Lisa Benjamin Muench – (Grassy Strange)
Restless Heart
Restless Heart
Here we go again
You can’t be still
Blowing in the wind
What are you searching for
Restless Heart?
Are you looking for a love
That only a fire can start?
Are you living in a dream
Where imagination runs wild
Where you are free to beat
And run like a barefoot child?
Restless Heart
Are you looking for a touch
Of another restless Heart
That could love just as much?
Restless Heart
You can’t stop beating
If you keep holding back
You’ll soon be repeating
The same mistakes of yesterday
Let go of yesterday
And say what you need to say
Restless Heart
Lisa Benjamin Muench – (Grassy Strange)
