the chains of our
youth did not exist
as you may recall;
decisions made by
the flip of a switch,
seconds before hands
rose towards the sky.

novel textures fit
between fingers; smooth,
crisp – colors perfected by the
unwieldy and wild.
all a respite for
a world upon which hands
lay straight lines.

pouring sazerac at sunrise,
while the echoes fall in the west;
your demeanor was cliff side (disorder)
scrambling like the ocean tide
all was hidden, through day's light
a shadow's play, a lover's disrepair

its a matter of time,
but you can't stay here
who do you wanna be
what do you have to fear

is this reality
only mine to wear
shedding light is a crime
shed a tear, i cant bear

and when time, is running out
well who will you will me to be?

do you remember the night
back when we first met.
fires turned to hot ash
then firefly silhouettes

used the car, burned our cash
glowing sand, naked feet
silent howls; moonlight
then my heart skipped a beat

but when time, was running out
were you the one here to see me?

Citrus hues and cerulean blues
The question was never why we were here.
The sound and the sky palleted one another,
paint brushes older than time itself.
The people elated with the sense of the place,
Pulses bumping, in line with the tempo.
Through our translucent flesh, the feeling flowed;
We were one; then, in a moment, we were gone.

Were we lost?
How much time did we have?
An ounce of hope on the horizon ( the only thing i worship)

There was temptation,
There was friendship,
There was modesty - or was it self doubt?

We listened for answers;
In whispers on the wind,
and clatter in the waves.

The trail was warn near the edge,
But there was no fear,
Only Life.