laughing,
in deep and screeching tones
a table full of cards
hands passing at the speed of light
I smile
and absorb the visible moment
of a happy life
moments you should always take
being so many
but so quick to take flight

would you breathe
the flame sits upon your palm
would you breathe
inhaling fire
exhaling regret
falling to ash
hold your breath
then breathe with me

I don't want to tell sad stories
the world has enough
oddly soft focused, florescent beacons
as far as the eye can see
all the other stories
sharp edged brilliant
lost in the bright fog
of lost heart, lost love, lost life
so I try to grasp the harder thing
hold the smaller
harder moments
that don't make you bleed

all the angles
feeding the whirlwind
spinning the leaves at your feet
you walk thru very slowly
knowing you are the whirlwind
spinning a life
still incomplete