bring me your silence
bring
     me, full of wonder at the waterside
bring me
         a lifetime of long walks
bring me real
               freedom for two, for here
               far from worshipped lights
bring me you
                      and
please take all that I have,
all I will be in your hands

there's a quiet sense of knowing
in this fire, slow-burning as we
reach a state indistinguishable from
its freedom

my open heart, sure-footed as a rabbit on
pine needles in the summer, dreams
you here with me, two melting as
candle smiles climb our faces and
birds shriek their approval like
so many arbiters of the forest

the first step (to
   one two three life)
        is this place
     looking back at the red cliffs
and remembering our jump
             so many months ago (it
                feels like a second and
                         then twenty years)

       in its footsteps (dreams win
            all the races), we find I'll
          carry you will carry
                   me and leave now
               from the rearview, roaming
                       to wonder when
                    nothing can
                            find the way
                  your laughter conjures
                       my smile
                       
                                (rally around
                                       shared heart)

glitter in the light we'll
            give birth to pouring
       warm wax
                      
                        fire inside
                  eyes ringing like
             xylophone bars while
                              we remember where
                     these times find us (and  
                          why the only nightmare is
                                   waking up)

They looked so happy,
the couple upstairs.
He, roughly handsome,
was tall and strong
She, dark and lithe,
was prone to song.
Their apartment was done
in the height of fashion.
where scented candles
lit nights of passion.

Now their place is dark
and the shades are drawn.
He sits and wonders
where they went wrong.
in the room once shared
now devoid of song
It's painfully obvious
that she's gone.

filibuster to the end, my
     friend of real significance, we've
come this far hand in
             hand so the taste
          is only sweeter

Call for the most fitting to love you
not one who whispers
in the garden of the sun
to bring showers of night
until day comes no more.
Come as a woman whose days
are filled with perspective
and dreams of golden skies
to quench her thirst
evermore.

If you must go into the forest
where you may not know
who sits and waits to chase the sun
always wait a minute
to see if they are weary.  
As whoever does not know
how to listen
for the clearest voice
that calls to begin the race
is the one who meets
all fury.

Sometimes you will hold all you thought lost
when you walk off
into the distance
with your heart beating
as if it has become boxed in.
Always remember
you have more than one night
to find what you think lost
so please do not cry
for what sleeps
within.

Outside of your window
there rages a fire
that is deeply satisfying
if you will open your door
you will no longer remember
your greatest disappointment.
Always call out to where there exists
all that you can find
inside of balance,
no time like the
present.