Three red lights against the pale night sky,
Slowly fade,
On,
Off,
On,
Off,
A endless show of it's significance,
It's own parade of humility,
Towering over the now darkened land,
Some may not see the danger,
it protects us from,
it shows any unfortunate soul,
coming out of this miraculous night sky,
Into,
The city lights on this nights horizon.

Why does every name rhyme with
I Love You.
No matter what comes before
or after it.
Whenever those words
fall off your lips
They have a lyricism that can't be equaled.
It always sounds harmonious.
Every name fits so well after those three words.
Like a warm embrace.
Your name gets to shine bright,
In poetic brilliance.
Every person will experience,
Being a part
of a beautiful
poem.

"They plan a war for peace,

We get to pickup,

The lost youth left in pieces."

A confluence of those
who followed the river's flow,
This power of growth,
One that could build a city,
That frigid feeling,
Pulsing deep in your being,
Causing the desire to burn,
To stay with escaping breath.

A misstep, cool golden bubbles,
now flowing over the concrete,
An awkward laugh and glance,
Your tousled hair, streaming over your eyes,
This moment searing so deeply,
Will quickly be a drop of time,
Lost in the ocean of your mind.

in my dreams, i was a ghost in my own haunting

in life, i was wandering in your garden of denial

Your plow,
Lost deep,
In the warmth of my soil,
My bellows exhuasted now,
This day the final hope,
When,
Autumn leaves....

A city of millions
          of lost dreams        
        and       hopes held onto
       by the threads of previous generations

People have been showing up to this city
  for hundreds of years
         with the intent of a new life and love

At its current state of flowing people
     on its sidewalks
so breaming
                they spill into the traffic of the streets.
                      This fullness, this ecstatic energy
      edging everyone onto their next feverish step in life.

So many storylines intersecting at random.
                     A shared bench in central park,
             the line of a coffee cart.
All their own collective catalog of stories untold in this
        giant library city.

Each person a potential chapter of love
   in my unfinished book.

  with all the bobbing faces
    in the sidewalk currents
    
there is only one I am looking for

it's the only one I know

in this whole city.

my heart breaks in two
like the way it separated when I came from you

you endured the pain and gave me life
my own light
there is no way to repay that

other than "I love you"

Cleaning away the earth's last stains.
I feel your warm blood still in your veins.
A close cousin weeps at these new remains.
I feel sorrow now well in my heart.
I know you can't stay forever on this plane.
What a difference, one minute can change.
In one, a heart beats, the next, one is broken.

I don't want to go.
I don't want the seams of our love,

to be lost in the fray.

I want to stay draped in it.
a cloak from the winds,

that are sweeping this planet.

I want to stay dry,
from the rains that follow me home,

to my doorstep.

I need to keep this sacred,
not misplace it,
into stray hands.

or from those,
who wander & poach beauty,
from this world.

No one seems to see,
you & i
that we've been cut,

from the same cloth.