You remind me
Of summer rain
And afternoons spent in that hazy
Green and
gray

Someone stop me
Because something’s begun
That etherial warmth
Wind between the trees
And raining  in the sunlight

I’m afriaid that this will end
Before it’s really begun

And I try to

Distance
From


But
everytime I think

The rain trickles down

And I can’t stop

A drunken god has
spoke you into existence
A stolen diary that told you,
it’s a sin to return this body
even if its weak bones
couldn’t carry the weight
of your heavy heart

I know I can speak myself out of it
With a blade in my hand
standing on the edge of the stage,
I’ll wait for the Almighty to sober up
and watch me steal his role

After twenty years of rehearsal
I’ll play god,
lights will go off,
and curtains will close

Your followers will clap in awe
at my convincing performance

As I bow before them
As I fall before you

1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.