Dearest raindrop do you miss the cloud you fell from
Floating in the sky and dropping to the humdrum
Of a car rushing to work or a sidewalk to be stepped upon
Do you ever look up and miss your view of the dawn

What are your thoughts as you fall from the skies of grace
Brothers and sisters falling down with you, touching a child's faces
Do you find a home within the ground you crawl within
Or does the sun take you to the clouds where you begin again

Does moonlight impede you
Do you get the full view
Of the
Sun that lies within

It’s so hard to read you
You see, in the read-though
Of the
Book the dialect changed

Your shoulders are heavy
And you never feel your ready
Slow and steady
Slow

This isn’t a race
So why is your heart still racing
Beats seemingly replacing
Time

Time is a construct
Look towards the home front
It is
Always somewhere near

The night brings such sorrow
You feel no hope for tomorrow
It is
Storm clouds in your head

Raindrops on your pillow

I read the writing of the rain
It's borrowed page, my window
As my fingers trace the lines
Of otherworldly words that flow

I look beyond my windowpane
As curtains of water dance
And think beyond these liquid walls
That these droplets might be returning my glance

Ramshackled dream
Held together with glue and string
And prayers
Floating as a feather
Yet easily the heaviest of things

What tapestries you inspire
Yet not strong enough the exit my mind
Keeping you hidden
Incubating long term
Until you’re almost over cooked

Make I take a glimpse of you
Never to touch, in fear of the break
Complexly understated
A warming flame
Flickering in this empty cold world

Ramshackled dream
Pretty to most, breathtaking to me
Sitting ever fervent
Waiting to shine
Wait to breathe the air

Change me
Strangely
I long to be whatever I am
Instead of what I pretend

Hear me
Clearly
I'm pealing lies collected in the years
And therefore shedding fear

Rarity
Clarity
Finds me in and brings me out shining
Take my hand and come with me

He pulls the grapes of imagination
And he ferments them in the caverns of his mind
And only when it's at its peak
Does he share with her his wine

Every drop that is in his words
Transcends and shows in her life
The girl he'd wait a lifetime for
His living paradise

He watches a drop as it trickles down her lip
And he leans in to kiss it away
He tastes the love inside her and the wine
And it is rich and sweet today

How lovely it is to share the setting sun
As well as the fruits of his inner self
Lying and growing potent for what seemed eternity
Until it was finally taken from the shelf

She lives in the richness, she traces each taste
She savors the texture of rich red
He inspires words she wants to live out
He puts dreams in her lovely head

Not a drop will go to waste, not one
Just like the sunset's beams
He looks at her in the hue of the moment
Dissecting her with his eyes, it seems

She lies on him and feels his heartbeat
In sync with her heart in time
And he looks at her and places a kiss on her lips
Then pours another glass of wine

This ember inside of me has yet to be put out
Simply because of the succulent taste you name puts inside my mouth
The words exchanged in a kiss that belong to us and us alone
And so if my journey may be long, know that you are my home

I see your face in constellations found with the starlit nights
I feel your warmth in summer winds as they embrace me tight
Each step I walk may further separate us, but my love stands with you
For in the midst of it all, it insists I stay pure and true

Darling girl of fairy-tales, oh princess of my life
Know my thoughts of you are constant throughout the sun and strife
Know the embers burning within me will not die in this lifetime
Know that this traveling lover boy's passion goes beyond the brine

I will taste your lips soon, oh beauty. 'till then I call your name
And I shall walk on until I am back in your arms or crawl if I am lame
My eyes will look onward, my mind will stay sharp, my legs though tried will stay true
And ever *****, muscle, vein, and cell will feel the embers burning for you

And again, again leads to again and again
And I see what proceeds to happen
In this life, so droll, as it goes 'round the bend
Again
                                        and again...
                    and again ...
                                                          and­ again...

And again I find that my mind's on repeat
              And again I find that my mind's on repeat...
And my throat swallows words back that I cannot speak
Inaudible words that just redden my cheeks
Again
                 and again....
    and again...
                                             and again...

And again you pass by as you laugh with your friends
And you shoot my a glance that my heart can't defend
Against, and I find my love aches to transcend
This again
  and again...
   and again...
    and again...

And my tongue it gets dry and my knees start to shake
As I walk up to you, and say my heart would break
If I didn't get a chance to show how my heart aches
For you again
                                 and again....
         and again...
                                                        ­ and again...

And you smile.
              And you giggle.
And you say it's okay.
          That you've passed by me every day
Just to give me the chances and to show me the way
To beat this again...
                         And again...

'Till it became a first.

Paint the veil so the pale might wear off
Let this rhyme be the lozenge to your cough
Scoff and listen as words glisten shiny and new
Heavenly time in a rhyme can clear the blues
Make them red in your head and fuel the fire
Stand with your heart in your hand, push the desire
Mouths for hire and the perspiration comes down
As the words become verbs to pick you off the ground
Lost and found as that old becomes bigger better
The rhyme's cold like winter day, so wear a sweater

We are older, somewhat colder
And here is where we find
That our very being is all dependent
On our state of mind
And years they pass, yes
But what are days to the oak trees
No questions asked by swaying grass
Much less the birds and bees
And here is me and here is you
And here is all in one
Traveling while sitting still
Around a blazing sun
Each cycle representing ends of eras
Rise and falls of dynasties
Men of the day who are vowed to be remembered
Become distant memory
And eyes flicker open and then fade shut
'Till stars, as our company, are met
Birthday to death bed, babe to elder
In the rise and the descent

They reach for eternal hands but hold such mortal fears
Praying it will rain forever to forever hide their tears
And yes, they look up to the sky, but with eyes closed and mouths open
Drowning in the misery of rituals unbroken

Converting vivacious minds by bathing them in drudgery
Comforming them to that what has been must always be
And they them, but I am me, and I hope you choose to be you
Closing your mouth and opening your eyes to see what you aught to

And we must see the breaking to realize fixing must be done
For though the rain may mask the tears, it also masks the sun
No new words have been spoken, only broken down and renewed
To still reach for immortal hand, but also skies of blue

My dear, you wound me
As only one who holds my heart can
So unassuming yet so
Sweet
Warm
Mesmerizing
There’s no wising up with
Such a pretty face
Graceful
Wonderful
A subtle disaster
A ticking bomb in my arms
Oh how you wound me
As only one who holds my heart can do

I pull my heart from off my sleeves and put it in a locket
Shooting the key out on a star as if a foreign rocket
Hoping that they might come across it in all the rubble
Then find me and hold my heart, saving me from search and trouble
Call me foolish and call my wrong to test the hands of destiny
But I value love and know heartache has played its role in testing me
So I will rise to the occasion and let love swing favor to me in the form of fate
For I have found the key to love is to vigilantly watch and wait

She was more to me
Than most would be
In a eternity

And although she saw me
Looking strangely
At her, I knew she knew me

And I would smile at her
And say the words
That would unlock absurd

Little inside jokes
That we both spoke
Till with laughter we'd choke

And so as Eros aimed
I asked her name
And she smiled and said Rose

And Rose is all I knew
And she stayed true
To all, for all was Rose

Head rested upon his shoulder
So strong, so brave, a few years older
Striking comfort amidst the chaos
Without each other, they'd surely be lost

Baby rests in silent slumber
Greenest eyes closed, oh the wonder
She looks into the fire as the wood splinters
The last roses within winter

He stares into the blackness of night
Guarding, vigil, 'till daylight
Holds her close, so secure
Always watching, always sure

And there they stay, those roses three
Holding strong through bitter breeze
With fire and them to last cold gale
Roses in winter, brave but frail

Time to pick up the words that fell out my mouth earlier today
In an effort to try to save myself and my heart from wasting away
Words were said in a manner that rendered me foolish to the naked eye
A lapse of judgement, a rush of blood, all the things that made you cry
Misunderstanding seem to be commanding my actions as I burst through the door
Words that once held merit now are dipped in malice, and like lead, fall to the floor
And it's only with the clanging of my words on the tile that I wake to see you there
A mountain of bravery that shelters inside a person so very frail
And I then find words wound far more than presumed as I see the tears well in your eyes
As I kick aside those lead words while rushing you to my arms, whispering for you not to cry
I've come to understand that arguments go in hand with a voice, that much is true
That this is expected in the mash up called love that was made from me and you
And as long as a solution is found in the shouting and we come back to each other's embrace
We'll find ourselves stronger through the storm called life, there's no trouble that we can't face

I pray you wake to find yourself amongst yellow lilies
A few steps away from a place called home
That those who you leave behind here will remember you fondly
And that the light will never leave you alone

I pray we shall look on as tears flow from our face
As you look at us in that faraway place
That our tears will bloom flowers in the wake
Of a goodbye that won't last a tomorrow

I pray the sun will kiss your skin and pain will be no more
That He will adorn you with such gifts befitting a long lost son
That you will be in the presence of the One you worship and adore
And though one life has ended, a new life has begun

I pray your legacy lives on in heart, in action, and in mind
That your song rings forth in those you've left behind
That the day will come again when we meet in an embrace
As brothers and sisters at the feet of the Father

I pray that joy will be felt in the memories like the rays of the sun
That the love planted will endure through and through
That you will feel the lilies planted by the Father and the Son
And that the Holy Spirit will guide us as it did you

If I write these words a hundred time, maybe they'll be true
Chasing each fabricated memory alone
Give me technicolor instead of skies of blue
So I can create a world of my own

Welcome here, welcome dear, here you are secure
In the room I've made for you in my heart
Fantasies of you within my mind will endure
In a dream from which I pray I never part

Lovely vision, oh mixture of mind and soul
I'm fighting to keep you alive
In this reality I feel out of control
Struggling for my world to survive

So let me say these words a hundred times
And maybe a few more just for me
Trading this world, for a dream so sublime
So fantasy will become reality

Chase us, oh Lord, for we run swiftly
Into our own ruin, so please chase quickly
Chase faster than tears can fall
Save us from ourselves

Embrace us, Lord, keep us from breaking
Help us in the undertaking
Hold us closer than the flailing wind
Be the peace that makes us whole

Clean us, oh Lord, in heart and mind
Leave not one spot of grime behind
Wipe us cleaner than blanketing snow
And let love ne'er run dry

Say aloud who you are
Is it who you pretend to be?

If happiness is such a lofty goal
Then why’s it’s aftertaste misery?

The shoes are on you feet
The road ahead of you is long

It’s time to take first of many steps
Don’t worry if they miss you when you’re gone

Say aloud what you see
And don’t believe it for a second

So many things in your memory
So many more worth forgetting

If love was all it took from you
Then we’d all be better creatures

Remember that even the strongest love
If not maintained, is still a feature

Say aloud what you feel
Feelings are leaves upon a changing wind

So many look to end it all
Because they’re too afraid to begin

Tie yourself to the firmest vow
Be what your wildest wild, your freest free

Say aloud who you are
Is it who you pretend to be?

You feel you are a stack of mortar and brick
I see you as a sailing ship
So funny how these things contradict
You think you’re still, I say you’re still moving

Shift with me, but standing against the waves
You’re not one for the newest craze
Traditional as you innovate
You and your wonderful “you-ness”

See each time you rise and fall
Ship to sea, not stagnant wall
Consistently moving, never to be stalled
Till your destination is reached

And until you sail again

These shifting sands never seem
To land up realities
To land up the real my dreams should be
And it's these accursed changes that fly on
A blink, a wince, and then they're gone
And it's a torment, a strange thing to me
For as I find I'm moments away
My tomorrow turns to yesterday
And my chances fly away with the change
Nothing the same, nothing lasts
Changes constant, future, present, and past
As these shifting sands stop, then rearrange

Seeing valleys low and hilltops high
Watching sunsets with fresher eyes
Looking at it all I realize
All that's missing, love, is you by my side

Racing rapids rock me to and fro
Chasing golden beams at ends of rainbows
Feeling winter's chill and summer's glow
Lets me know that you should stay close

Feeling the breeze as I run on perfect days
Shooting to the stars in a glittery haze
Oh, my heart, I know I'm a thousand miles away
But I'd give it up and forever with you I'd stay

My love for transcends this wondrous daze...

Underlying all the confidence and succes there's a longing that I've known of for some time
Looking earnestly inside herself behind courage I can see the concern within her eyes
Who will guide the girl who's reached such destinations as so few have in her span of life
Who can tell her where to find such a thing as love and therin lift all the underlying strife

Did you know that she runs quickly simply because she feels as if she might get away
Burying her being within herself in hopes that someday the wishes just might fade
Looking at tomorrow as not just another day, but a possibility that she might rise
All these things and more I find I realize whenever I stare into Sarah's eyes

Whispering while screaming, you may never know of the sudden turmoil that lies within her mind
Whirring through the days and nights that she's lived through, trying to not leave a detail behind
For in the faces and the people that wear them, he may shine within her memory one day
The one tales promised that would come into her life, bringing the colors out the underlying gray

Somewhere inside she will find that she is more than she gives credit for, though it won't be tonight
And you'll see confidence and a smile, within it a prayer that she will be alright
As I pass her by, I'll find inside a glimpse I am remembered as a possibility
For Sarah asks not for a name or a story, but on things that she hope might transpire to be

Dear Saturday,  I write to you from foreign lands
I'm in a Monday I'm not sure I understand
The day is shining, yet I am in misery
All these strange people seem to be yelling at me

Oh, dearest Saturday, your ways are now my own
You hold me close in bed and say I can stay home
The other the days just seem to get in the way
The only mutual friend I seem to have's Friday

Dear Friday, you introduced me to my love
Out and about we where, trying to rise above
Monday through Thursday called me friend, bit caused me strife
But you showed me the day that would improve my life

Dear Saturday,  the way you treat me oh, so well
Has shown me heaven in a week filled with hell
I will hang onto Monday only for so long
But I'll miss you more than ever simply when you're gone

Let me borrow your ear
I need to clear
This up for a minute
By far
Everybody is scarred
But no one wants to hear it
They wanna believe
A spirit can be wise
And pure
Unweathered
When in actuality
You and me
Barely keep it together

I’m a fretter
I’m anxious
Brimmed cup of anxiety
And it took a lot of patience
And mistake
To create me
And I come in different shapes
And colors
A variety
To the point I have to wonder
If I compose society?

Do you feel it
The heartbreak
Due to the overwhelming pressure
A feather
Dancing on an flame
Trying to pull it together
I better be better
Cause a better better is coming
Across my way
And I am less than adequate
A bruised peach
They will not taste

A waste
A want
As we all lay ever starvin’
I’m pulling punches
‘Cause of time crunches
I’m reminiscent of Marvin
In the way
That each day
I wonder exactly what is going on
And something something else
I’m too stressed to remember the song

Dear lover
Dear dreamer
Dear whoever you are
Love beyond the frayed bonds
And see all of us
Scarred
I hope you love with love to spare
And that you spare some for me
Stop looking to be perfect
Because you’ll be very
Very
Very
Lonely

Sometimes the summer comes, sometimes the summer goes
Sometimes the heat beats down upon your cheeks and they turn to rose
And sometimes lying on the grass under a tree is all we need
Summer days and flowers hiding in the greenery

Sometimes the spring does bring news of warmer days to come
Dripping dew from rain that came before the rising sun
The rain that came on full blue moon and made raindrops look like stars
Falling from a sky as black as the street leading to lands afar

Sometimes that falling leaves of autumn creates carpets to walk upon
Bringing early tiding of colder days like beams to the coming dawn
The colors blending in a stirring wind that brings you closer to me
So that my arms might not feel as barren as the leafless trees

Sometimes the winter comes and chills the very bone
Blankets of white pushing us together within our cottage home
And the seasons come and go like clockwork, unpredictable as they come and fade
But my love, my hold, and my time with you will remain constant through the days

Cracked China cup
At a chipped table
Stained cloth dressing
Do you still see
Beautiful
Tell me now
As broken candles
Burn
        On
Down
Broken things
See broken things
And cracks hide
Truth
I see you
This crack’ed thing
And I see you
Beautiful
Lovely you
Cracked
But not outdone
They try to
Break you
Take you
Because you’re the only
One
A cracked cup
That runneth over
But
Can still hold your
Own
Oh precious
How you’ve grown
Setting a place that
You deserve
I pray that
You are filled
Cracks only
Show
When you can’t
Hold

But I’d gladly hold
You

My regrets have taken me to place I'd have never seen
Violently away from you and past the blues, yellows, and greens
And though time has been somewhat kind, the gentle things I leave behind
Look back at me with burning eye as they seer their way into my mind

And I whisper secret words and think of you...

There was ground under me
That now I can’t seem to find
A love within my grasp
That might have just been in my mind
A blooming flower
That turned out to be imagination
And a reason to live
That was of my own creation
I hear the ticking clock
And realize it’s my beating heart
I’m scared to find the source
‘Cause it might be ripped apart
So much life in front of me
If I could only live it
So much love in front of me
If my heart would just forgive it...

...self

I hear almost silent whisp’rings
Hist’ry
Tells me you’ll soon be gone
I promise not to cry o’er unspilled drinks
I think
It may be time to move on
This is selfish self protection
Prevention
From pains once felt before
I’ll take my heart from your grasp
Safer that
It just stay on the floor

She painted stars in her own eyes
Ones that the heavens tried to buy
Special was made by her own hands
And no else could take that

She made her own special moonlight
Because she was tired of cloudy nights
Within the glow she was smiling
A vision of her own making

So September never came
And the wind it blew the cold
And the embers, they did fade
And so did the day, but never my hold

And the lightning split the sky
With the thunder quick at hand
And together they did tell of the time they knew well
When September did fade

But fate failed to explain
What good it would do to pass
The September when leaves fall, and the winter would call
To the summer that went away

So we waited other years
In earnest hopes that we would find
That September skipped a year, but would relinquish our fears
But never the hold

And so hope did fade away
With a modest, short goodbye
And though September never came, what still kept the same
Was the embers in our hold

Walking this building's halls lined with linoleum floors
Up the 72 steps to apartment 604
Yet my eyes stay open as I fiddle with my keys
To see the black haired girl who lives on the floor right over me

The clicking of her heels tell me that she's frustrated
On her cell as she passes by, leaving me inebriated
Looks at me and halfway smiles, my goofy grin replies
Hoping she can see the shine past the tired in my eyes

Oh, when she walks upstairs, my mind just keeps pushing me
Tell her it'll be okay, and then just ask her out to eat
Then my hand slides for my doorknob and my feet walk in the room
My heart calling me an idiot, my brain say, "Next time? Next time! Soon!"
Yeah...

Undo my tie and collar, lie upon my bed
As the girl who lives on the seventh floor just runs through my head
And my body is dead to the world, but my head won't let me sleep
My ears focus to the ceiling as I hear her stepping feet

Muffled yelling and frustration, she talks to her friend
Saying how she wishes all the bull would finally end
Lying on my back, eyes closed as I imagine myself as the cure
Instead of the guy with the goofy smile, his passion strong but obscured

And so 704 is the heaven that is one floor away
Yet my feet stay limp on the bed, so lazily they lay
Heart screaming, wanting, needing, wishing so hard that I could weep
But work was hard. I am lazy. So I choose to sleep

Are you sand?
I ask myself
Are
You
Sand?
I ask
As you run through
My hands
Understand
I love you
Boulder or lesser
I just happen
Not to be
The best guesser

Are you sand?
Burned to clarity?
Do
You
See
Beyond
What they
And even I
Perceive you to
Be?
Just be
Sand shifts
So elegantly
Overlooked
Though vast
Ground
But
Weathering

You
Are
Sand
To me
Do you count
Every
    Single
De-
       Scend-
-ing
Second with me
I lose track
In the
Warmth of you
Ever living
Till
I’m
Sand
Too

We are sand
Ground
Mountain
Traces
Independent
Wrapped embraces
Found in crevices
Of
Places
That we
Unknowingly
Found
Ever
Changing
Yet
Always
On the ground
Only valued
When
We
Are
From shore
To shore
But never far

I know what you are...

Young girl with her father's gun
Knew she'd be the only one
To overcome such feats as none had seen
Sunburnt face and endless sky
Shot a bullet, made it cry
Did things that most men would only dream

Ran across the sea to catch it
Bluest blue, no one could match it
Mixed it in the depths of her eyes
Look within and see clouds pass
Smiling eyes on sunburnt lass
Piercing through like a bullet in the sky

Young girl with her father's gun
Quickly, in a blink she'd run
To find the tallest mountain she could find
Aimed, feet planted in the ground
Found her trigger, shot it down
And built a home with stones it left behind

Lived within and put the gun down
Satisfied with what she found
Sitting fireside sipping creamy moonlight
Ire and blue never fading within
Put down only till she'd once more begin
Girl of fabled blue and mountain might

Days come to a halt
Is it my fault?
Could I have done more?

Words fall to the ground
Cannot be found
As they slip through the floorboards

Ever so silently
My mind violently
Shake me awake

Dreams fail to resume
As I resume
My silent heartbreak

I see your face in stages
As I flip through the pages
Following your story as the war around you rages

Significant in elegance
A cruel world's recompense
But fervent in your rarity and ever present subtleness

In no history books are you written
A blip in a grander vision
A story of mistake and scars from varying decisions

But I flip through and see you
And in this your story rings true
And I see the flaw and wonder that only living can accrue

There is a rose as red as blood
With stem a shining gold hue
That I had found in forbidden lands
And longed to pick for you

This unmatched wonder entranced me
Captivating my mortal soul
But as I reached for this piece of loveliness
I was caught by silver thorns and let go

It was as if a fairytale
That was so unreal; you'd believe that it's true
And I felt my blood run down my fingertips
As red as the rose I tried picking for you

Had Midas been no fable?
Was this his prized jewel?
Had he set this royal majestic object
To inspire poets, lovers, and even fools

So many questions laid in my mind
Both of the rose and soil in which it grew
For it was richer than any I'd set my wandering foot on
And birthed the rose I tried to pick for you

A dewy mist covered the land
The sun shining just enough to light my way
It sang, this valley, this forbidden Eden
And I swear to return to it some day

And that ever enchanted flower
That shines so eternally new
Still left the imprint on my fingertips
With which lie on the hands which I hold you

And my greatest grand children will hear this tale
Of their greatest grandfather's memorable morn
And of how his journey to forbidden lands
Led to the rose of silver thorns

And if someday you find yourself there
With skies of an unmatched blue
I pray you see that flower with silver and red
From the blood of a lover who tried to pick it for you

If my heart could rip apart and make a song for you
I would have enough to make the words using scissors and glue
And each piece of my heart would drip, not with blood, but passion warm like June
I only pray whoever sang wouldn't fail to be in tune

The rhythm would no be from a heartbeat, but in the steps I take
Each of which go through hill and dale to see that love, they make
The pace is good, the timing now, you wait for me to sing
But not until you know this song intimately through it's recipe

And I would give you all these things if you'd only give it a voice
A melody that flows and winds, laughs and cries, a choice
To dedicate to such a song until our dying day
And with the combined bits of separate hearts, a song would be played

Brittle old bones sing
Past there beds
In long ago buried fields
Overgrown in green
By
Voices of those
Who
Will them to existence
Persistently invoking departed souls
Within long ago written verses
That have not lost their luster
But echo on the voices
Of ones who will join such silence
But live on through a song
Persistent in their hearts
And so the bones will sing
With voices not their own
Far past eternal beds
In fields where they stay

Hearts wrapped up in hope, eyes glazed with fear
Minds entangled in the thought of how did we get here
World so... ****, can't find the word... world so... well, you know
That word so big and so complex, the word that won't let you go
Captured by beauty and sorrow, both always and never guaranteed
Lovely kisses stand the "yin" and the "yang" our own selfish deeds
Who's to say that both must exist? Have we made it so hard
To heal ourselves and clear the book of chapters that leave generations scarred
Or are we too far gone in a world where tomorrow is a letdown
Trying to grow in a once in a while when the rain annually touches the ground
We are here and we are now, so now is the time to see
Arise from what you're wrapped up in and create a memory
Fear is a state of mind and hope is rising to aspiration
Both are here and fluctuate, byproducts of man's creations
So here we stand on the precipice of tomorrow, in a world of an absent word,  in love or strife
Glazed eyes looking for clarity in the yins and yangs of life

Whistle these lessons
In a chord progression
Reminiscent of birds
That felt spring on their wings

I have heard tales
Of enraptured ship sails
That follow horizons
Of which mortal men sing

Let memories flash
Like the waves that often crash
Make me passenger, captain
In the sea of my mind

Let me look skyward
To hear the whist’ling bird
That escaped to spring
To leave winterland behind

Lie on my lap and I'll tell you a story
Look in the dark and smile
Know that these tales of bravery and glory
Will stay with you all the while

All the monsters have been lulled to a coo
Boogeyman scared away
Safe and sound here in your room
Dream until the day

These marks upon my hands from clinging on too tight
Whilst I clutched onto the lamp I held that lonely night
As I saw lines upon your face and knew you as tired
Your senses lost as you walked blindly past lamp fire

You walked slowly, eyes open, but closed
Pale cheeks replacing the ones that were rose
All things done awake, but asleep
My trembling fingers and heavy feet daring to creep

Wood floor creaking with each step you took
Turning as if memory with glazed, unflinching look
Into the kitchen, as in sleep, you took the knife
And with a plunge of a knife and the crash of a lamp, I bade my last goodnight

Wasted breaths caught on my fingertips as I count the hours
Flickering stars twinkle like lights slightly low on power
And I wish I was sleeping but sleeping is a luxury
And it seems it cannot be afforded by me

I have wasted too much time with my eyes shut closed
Being foolish enough to think as I slept, time froze
Only to wake and see my day had turned to twinkling stars
And from today, now yesterday, I was so very far

If I asked politely for these hours to be returned to me
Would I expect my precious day to come back again freely
Or should I find a way to waken once more to sunlight
By closing my eyes once more tonight

Fragments of frozen rain
The falling snow
Graces your nose
Graces windowpanes
And there you are
As if pictures framed
A piece of scripture
So I know your God breathe’d
So in summer I feel your glow
Your warmth
The heat at 10 degrees
And you just try to push on
Which is so special to me
And you don’t belong to me
Yet you warm my soul, you see
Chicken soup to the malady
Of winter days
I’d wish you to stay always

Knowing you have to leave...
...you don’t belong to me

Slow and somber song, your melody is bittersweet
Leaving poets with losses for words, knocking strong men from their feet
Meet, meet these fragile ears and help me to sing along
Lifting out the bittersweet taste of the somber, slower song

Shade each note in on paper woven from the stars
Falling to earth from the heavens and missing where shining lights are
Fleeting is the moment here in the pace and place where we belong
Lifting out the bittersweet taste of the somber, softer song

Teardrops fall to the river and strike the starting cue
Fireflies dance amonst the mist in the field where I search for you
Deep, deep does this song's words pierce in my heart like night pierced by dawn
Lifting out the bittersweet taste of the somber, softer song

Rest your head onto the grass and see as it softly caresses your skin
Feel the tip of each stanza, know not where one ends nor where one begins
Steep, steep is the fall into sorrow as days grow short and nights grow long
Lifting out the bittersweet taste of the somber, softer song

She said the days were far too long and heaven too far away
And I had not a way or word to comfort her that day
Her smooth skin would show me wounds that no one else had seen
And that she walked the nightmarish journey to reach the shining dream
No stars showed in her eyes that day as she spoke her personal truth
The minutes, hours, days, months, and years that had beaten her since youth
She said the night had been far from kind and in turned she longed for sun
But the sun had yet to shine and the dark was far from done
I had no words for there were none, on tongue or fingertips
No comfort in my shadowed touch for her quivering lips
And so I stood without arms in the face of a battle with her soul upon display
As stars fell in her truth-filled tears, with heaven so far away

And I could be a commode...
A common
A common oddity
With Mira Cole
Miracles
Coming out of me
Please excuse my stout
My strut
My s-s-stuttering
Not being ******
I mean this
Wouldn't be missed-ery
I could come and then glow
And the grow
And then go so far away
To expressly convert
I mean overt
Avert from the things I say
And just so the gray
No, the way
No, the day would illuminate
I would rise a ***
I mean above
All the shyness and the hate
I could sleep
I mean weep
Because of the weak things I say
S-stammering
Stuttering
It brings out the worse in every way