Outside the run down school lot
Down past the wilted fern
We sat down for a short while
To watch our pageant burn
But as I gazed in wonder
At the fire in the sky
I looked at you for answers
But you offered no reply

As your past and future mingled
You showed the ire in your eyes
The future you’s laid down to rest
But the child has stepped up high
One second we all understood
But I inquired as to why,
And so I looked at you for answers
But you offered no reply

The sun gleamed brightly on the marble
Steps that shine and lead up right
A figure stood among the crowd
Even gunfire deafened by the cries
“Look at how you ended up!
Why aspire just to die?”
We all looked at you for answers
But you offered no reply

Retreat back to the future
With us mired in our lives
The world around us set ablaze
But we admire it all this time
As the universe and consciousness
Conspire to survive
Nature looks at you for answers
“Silence” is your first reply.

As I lay upon the moon,
Wishing once to see you soon,
Twice ran across my ear
The crimson song I did not hear,

For as the stars laid down to sleep,
Dreamed I once you did not creep
Away from me, but twice I lied
That ever you could be denied

Of the million galaxies lost in space
That I once imagined could be traced
By glances twice thrown toward your eye.
Alas, that selfish thought was why

I chose to lay upon the moon,
Wishing once to see you soon,
Seeing twice you hold your place,
While I remain drifting out in space.

You are the sweet smell of lavender.
The warmth on the couch in wintertime.
Butterflies.
The early morning energy and the midnight passion.
The coffee stain on a shirt no one is wearing.
The steam from the shower creeping into the next room.
The lamplight pouring over the bedsheets.
The creak of the old stairs built by familiar hands.
The draft let in by the ajar front door.
The one more drink at last call.
The shadow in the darkness.
The hands held empty and open.
The reason to fall asleep.
Tears.
A stranger....again

Can you remember as I do
That feeling of adventure
Pain a memory and strength of will
The ringing of the landline

Sunlight in the mellow end
Of the greenest ocean
Wizard, you, and I a knight of yore
Mercy fall on all opposers to our bond

Pages dropped and we climbed
Slow to Heaven if you could even see
Dropped our armor and donned more fitting clothes
Only to drop each other's again

You live in those days of spring
The sweet smell of youth
Flashes of green die as thunder
Rolling booms echo like lies

Ivory whims and the saccharine silver
Shimmer and shine in the moonlight
But turn to rust in the light of day
Silence dies as the last leaf falls

You rest on the branches of the maple in the yard
Stand leaning on the signpost at the corner
And lie on the surface of the old pond
As transient and brief as a warm spring breeze

But again I do remember
The ring of the landline
The sunlight in the mellow end
Of the greenest ocean

You live in those days of spring
But winter came too quickly.