O, to live in the absence of time
when days are not days, but moments
always begun, never at end
unplanned, uncharted
and remembered

In the space between my lips
and your face
unwritten words wait
to be spoken in
tokens of
love.

Blue days, above and below,
brown scrub, I cannot go.

Splash down, under the sea,
dry off, under the tree.

Shade me, stretched out on the grass,
save me, from my fat ****.

The uncomfortable smile
that you wear on your face
Your self confessed klutzness
and perceived lack of grace

The things that you say
and the things that you do
are just some of the things
I like about you

Like the stillest of waters
you run so deep
and the words that you share
are the treasures I'll keep

You're honest and modest
and fragile yet strong
and yet so uncertain
of where you belong

Let go of your past
leave your baggage behind
and trust in your heart
and just see what you find

You may be surprised
at how good things can be
If you let yourself go
let yourself become free

There's a reason there's a path outside your door
that leads to a road
that leads to an interstate,
that leads to an airport.

And there's a reason that planes fly from that airport
to one near here.

Same reason that airport has a road
that leads to a highway
a highway that they are repairing as we speak
that leads to my town
to a path that leads to my door

And its not just coincidence.

Any more than its coincidence that you are reading this.