baby goat
tiptoes on a teeter totter
finding balance is a heavy burden
keeping her on her own

little lion
sleeps soundly at a Sunday sermon
waking early is quite a chore
so he dreams his life away

she bounds past as his service lets out
light as a feather and free of doubt

he awakens to find her sleeping
and wonders what she could be dreaming about

I was born deep underground
the only way out was through
whispers of sweet nothings helped keep me steady and true
like a sour emerald my past has now grown into my future
leaving me rich with wisdom
known by so precious few

the hardest days
by defenition
do not involve love and affection
yet every time I see you
Cee Cee
my sun sets in a different direction
if it sets at all

wide eyed like a child all your light shines through and wakes me from a never ending dream

one day Cee Cee you will know
I am a part of you and
you are a part of me too

I barely hope to convey this feeling
perhaps it is
floating through a starfield free wheeling
or
a dwarf who hit his head on the ceiling
for
every memory i've saved for safe keeping
a flower blossom remained sleeping
leaving nothing left of yesterday's forest save willows weeping and wailing
waiting for the hourglass to slow

though as far as I remember
on the last day of December
everything was for the better
in an infinite number of ways
by living a life
full of New Years days

pushed upon my back
helpless as a beetle off his feet
  swept away by forces too powerful to resist

through streams
formed rivers
  carved canyons
an eternity I've struggled to breathe

difficult is this gift that keeps me from the crows
though lovely to be alive to feel the strain

through streams
of consciousness
which formed rivers
and carved canyons
 I grew courage and sailed briskly through

robots need wires and some ingenuity
lovers need desire and some promiscuity
can you feel the connection in our hearts
like a current it flows electrically
bringing me alive from the depths of artificiality
so I may know life
before it is a dream once again

you have eyes like mine
I have eyes like you

a horizontal flow of emotional perfection
shining
glass blue

I can see my soul and I know you can see yours too
so I won't blink unless you do

if only we could break this clear wall through
that leaves us feeling
so glass blue