I lay my head down
On two curvaceous soft pillows
Taking in the scent
Of long brown strands of potpourri
While the gentle thumping
Matches the pace of my breaths
Like us, I fall and rise
Your heavy warmth surrounding my legs
Mattress, blanket, pillow all in one
I hold You tight.

It’s interesting, being with You
I have such conflicting feelings
About our relationship

Not between good and bad
But both positive
On one hand, You make me feel so comfortable
Being with You is like laying in a warm bed
Utterly content, and I don’t want to move

But equally powerful is the excitement
I’ve been with you for to years
And we’ve learned volumes
What happens in ten…twenty?
How will You…I…We…change?
I guess that’s what relationships are about
Things shifting and learning
With that one constant
That one comfort
Love

I seek comfort unconventionally
Finding a certain joy in moments
That tend to linger
Or in the mundane, the ordinary
A car ride at night
Down the dark tunnel of I90 at 11pm
With the hum of the engine numbing the senses
And the headlights blending together
The exhaustion of the hours
Leaves you waiting for the end
And yet
I’d take that car ride forever if I could
I guess I find comfort in the certainty of Your presence
And the way Your words are contained
Within the soft interior of my car
As though they’ll stick with me longer
And the words come easier knowing
They’ll find no ears but Yours
In these moments I like knowing
I can look forward
And still count on You beside me

You say that I don’t smile enough
That I never seem happy
When the truth is
I’ve never been more at peace with myself
And the life going on around me

It must seem like I’m thoroughly unimpressed
With what it is You have to offer
But that couldn’t be more wrong
I smiled when You laid Your head down on my chest
Your eyes were shut.
So were mine.
But I knew You were happy

Maybe You’re looking at things the wrong way
I mean I don’t kiss You because I’m happy
I’m happy because I’ve kissed You
Happiness doesn’t bring Love
Love brings happiness
And Yours brings Volumes

I am stalking silence
Shadowing it but
Remaining ever at a distance
Every once in a while
My silhouette falls upon it
But it eludes me always

I can remain in silence
In the hopes it’ll seek the company
And every once in a while
It’ll grace me with its presence
Unbroken until
Some Samaritan decides
I need saving from its grasp
But I seek comfort in it
I revel in it
Not brooding
Sweet solitude
Sweet silence

Unlike you, I realize
The bitter lies
Lodged behind her deceptive eyes

And I see right through to
The dulling brain
The profane, the ingrained ignorance

And the shrill, the shrieks
That you mistake
For entertainment or masochistic passion
Are the agonies of a thousand vacant homes lit

To have and to hold is a wonderful thing
To her, the only thing
And the memories are so easily cast aside
For green and silver and inflated pride

You can say I didn’t warn you
Because like you I put up with her ****
Silent and waiting til I leave
Gold diggers come in spades
But she rode in on a backhoe
Emphasis on the **.

Seems like the only breaks we catch are the ones that follow hearts
We’ve known little glory and volumes of disappointment so far
Every time it seems happiness is within our grasp
Some external forces continue our beleaguered past
We’ve been the best, only to finish second
Held defeat in our hands when it seemed victory beckoned
And the moments may be few, but we’ll hold them tightly
Packing the Ralph by day, and HSBC nightly.
Jimmy Hoffa, Legion of doom and scary good
Reliving those moments as much as we could
Building houses in Pominville, brick by brick
Hoping to bring home the Cup for Rick
Remembering when RJ cried, “Who Else?”
Briere eying the cookie jar on that uppermost shelf
And with Vanek and Roy and Sekera and Weber
We’ll say our chances look better than ever
We are one, we are many, we are young, we are old
We are still believing, because We Are Buffalo

Do you still have doubts that us having
faith makes any sense?
I know what its like to Love, to
Understand it in a way no one else does.
And I know what its like to have to, to
feel the need to hide every kiss like it’s
a sin against humanity.
Not once, but twice, I’ve shielded myself
And her because the common conventions
Of a society too dim to light even the
Darkest room made it wrong.
The faith was unmistakable the first time,
And it resonates even stronger now
Four years apart, but you’re the one
Like a game of pickup sticks
Played by ******* lunatics
Do you still have doubts that us having
Faith
Makes any sense?

Why must my lips speak
A melody my fingers can play
Must I weaken your ear
When I can weaken your knees?
Looks and sounds are nice
But feelings are beter
Why stumble over three words
When I can double your pleasure with
The featherlight touch of my fingertips
Words are so mundane
I would rather profane a moment with the
Unyeilding touch, the gift
Of all I have and have to give
To live with you wrapped, no curled
(my fingers, your toes),
No, gripping my fingers
Gasping the same way you did
When you were first given life
And given again
To arch and release, to obscene
The silence with the tell tale
Whimpering of two and too
Pleasurable
If there were ever such a thing.
I want to bring you to the edge
And hold you there, begging with
Your eyes, your lips, for sweet release
For your hands
To search for comforting firmness
For something to hold
All the while, inexorable circles
Of a lover’s touch, driving the point
Home like words cannot
Your lips and body making an ‘O’
I don’t have to say it, not now
Not that it would register,
I can give it
You can feel it
This is spiritual, this is everything
The apex of physiology, biology,
Of romance
Happiness brought in ways we could only
Previously imagine
Base instincts take over
(yet still only third)
Curling, my fingers, your toes
And it’s so intense, so beautiful
The three words seem so childish
So understated
Compared to this moment
Calling for a deity a thousand times
What else brings such passion?
Certainly not words, sweet as they can be
And it’s everything, Anything
I feel for you and you for me
In one moment
One moment
One moment
Slays three words
They’re one and the same
I won’t say it, not with my lips
(maybe later)
But you cannot deny the power of
The feelings
And what we do and have done
And will do
A small part of us
But for a moment, everything
Slayer of words
Crumbler of walls
Screams and moans
Pants and breaths, never to be found
Today two years, and a hundred and six days
All in one moment
Tomorrow should you so choose
One hundred and seven
The words can’t hold it all
Can’t hold what I feel for you
But *******
And many heartbeats can
It’s a gift.
It’s everything I have for you
And I’m giving it to you
For a moment, thirty seconds
However long it takes
For the breaths and the heartbeat
And the moans to rise to a ******
And gradually fall
Reveling in the moment, the Love
We’re not fools
No matter what they call it.

I need to write again
Channel my manic depressive side
Put my heart on paper
Maybe it’ll come alive

I need to scrawl
Heartfelt couplets of despondency
I need to tumble down
The abyss to familiarity

I need to seek it out
Cavernous depths have strayed too long
I can hear the demons marching
I can hear them sing my song

I need to envelop myself
In the blanket of despair
Then, oh maybe then
I will inhale fresher air

I wear my heart on my sleeve I guess
Easily dirtied sometimes
It’s not hard to see when something affects me
The steps drag a little more
My gaze turns slightly downward
I might lose my place
Or forget where I’m walking
I can try to hide, try to cover it
It’s never worked
To my knowledge
It’s good I guess
To retain such close ties to your emotions
But at the same time
I’m so easily hurt
I wish I could do otherwise
Compartmentalize
But I could never hide from who I am

I don’t know that I’ve ever been so shattered
Felt a hole in myself quite like the one you dug
To think of losing what really matters
Ending what I thought had barely begun

Sunk to hours, crying in bathroom stalls
Hoping that I could somehow hide my tears
Aimlessly wandering darkened halls
Losing the battle to quell my deepest fears

They say you don’t know what you have until it’s lost
I always knew what a crock of **** that really was
I didn’t need 48 hours of being a ghost
To know that what we have is really love

I had thought I couldn’t live without You
Or you without me.  

Now I guess we know.

I guess I’m a study
In opposition
Always heading

200 kilometers per hour
In the wrong lane

Living the fast life
Living it in the
Direction opposite
As everyone else

I am a unique
In a sea of uniques
Sore thumbing like a stickout

Always heading

200 kilometers per hour
In my own lane

I just want something to come home to
Words
A little picture of happiness.
Something to make the empty echoes
Of a lone heart beating
A little softer

Over and over
Again my eyes flitting side to side
A smile, maybe
No promises.
Just words.
A lover’s repose

I want something to wake up to
Words
A little picture of happiness
Something to jumpstart the tired dull thuds
Of a lone heart weakening

To pull my lidless shades
Up a little
Corner of my mouth upturning
Maybe
No promises.
Just words
A lover’s invigoration.

I want something to let my heart sing to
Words
Harmonized throughout my day
Something to make the beating
Prevail
A little longer

To draw myself
Through life’s difficulties
A scant crescent
Maybe
No Promises.
Just words.
A Lover’s Endurance.

I said a million simple things
That I loved about you
In the middle of October
Were you listening?

I gave my heart a pen
And let it write
A million simple things
That I felt about you
Were You Reading?

My fingers ran by themselves
A dose of cuteness here and there
Small, but apparent
Were You watching?

Simple replies speak volumes
And the absence speaks louder
What do I have to do to reach you?
What pervades my writing
That you won’t comment unless I ask?

Which lyrics speak to you and which don’t?
Should I send them, should I not?
It seems to make little difference.
Either way your silence deafens.
You want cuteness
But have little to say when I try to give it.

I don’t send these things, I don’t write these things for nothing
I do it for us.
An attempt
To intertwine us further.
To see what different pulses of my heart…
…Inspire different pulses of yours.
For your reaction, your passion.
But you often have too little to say

A million simple things
A song, a poem
Sent across the miles
To make me feel closer to you

If only, if only
You had
Even a hundred simple things to say about them.

If only, if only
I knew my heartbeat was heard

Sometimes the most important
Is a million simple things.

Life
The only thing, ironically
With a one hundred percent mortality rate
Life, it drowns us all
Be it the simple sacrifice
Of the present for a greater future
That is no guarantee
Or the inexorable weight
Of a thousand stresses bearing down

Life
You look ahead
Only to have it nip you from behind
Don’t get caught counting chickens
Don’t lose your mind

I can see my own hands
No further
Only what I am and what I make
My actions become me, drive me
Invigorate
I’ll not look beyond what comes to me
Seeking solace in the momentary reverie

I have a dream
A dream where we’re not vilified or crucified
For what we see in another eyes
Or whose eyes we see,
Where we’re not castigated
Nor berated
For being fated a little differently
Why can’t they see
That she and she
Are no worse than You and me
Or he and he

I have a dream
That the persecution ends
That society comes to its senses
That the relentless
Withering glares
And indignant stares
Erode to a bigoted few
There’s no reason why you and you
Can’t love each other
Why a man can’t love another

I have a dream
Where a mom’s lips curl
Into a smile while she talks about
Her daughter and that nice Jewish girl
With those pretty lips
Whisper nothings to each other
While fingertips dance across fingertips
When a father can beam with pride
Even though his son will never take a bride

I have a dream
Like a modern day Doctor King
Even though I’m not gay
I have a dream and the dream starts today
I have a dream that congregations won’t pray
Coming to their senses
Homosexuality isn’t a sin
What’s wrong with her with her
And him with him?
I have a dream that rainbow banners
And prideful marches won’t even matter
I have a dream that things will be
As they should be
That love is boundless
That love is enough
I have a dream

Sometimes I wish I was born into an earlier time
Things weren’t quite so hectic
Life didn’t move so fast
When efficiency didn’t hold sway over camaraderie
Life was centered around family and friends
And intimate gatherings were exactly that
Your life was dependant on your strength of character
And mastery over yourself
Not your technological dexterity
When every hour counted
But every second didn’t
When it seemed, life lasted longer

Happiness is a throng of people
Clad in blue and gold
Milling at the subway station
Wandering aimlessly across the streets

Towards the centerpiece of town
The arena, filing in
Happiness is looking around
Seeing thousands rally to the cause
Eighteen thousand six hundred and eighty nine friends for a night
United under one goal

It’s the emotion, the feelings
The memories, and triumphs
And so many failures
But failures together.

The signs across the years
Playing through my head
Awinagainov
Don’t Quit on Us
And Two Minutes for Hooking

The calls, the calls
Darling and Lorentz and Jeanneret
Timeless words
Reaching across generations
Uniting young and old.

It’s the hardest tears I’ve ever cried
And the happiest I’ve felt.
The passion, the excitement.
This isn’t a team
This is no game.
This is a community, a city
A bond beyond all.

This is what we live for
This is what we die for
This, in all its disappointment
In all its glory, in all it’s heartbreak
This is happiness.
Happiness
Is Eighteen thousand, six hundred ninety.
Singing Neil Diamond.
Late at night.

Take the picture, living life
Snap the shutter suddenly
Poses are lies, etched in time
Candid captures the honesty
I can see the smile
I can almost hear the laugh
You can’t freeze what’s already frozen
Cracked smiles are so empty
I prefer the depth of the unexpected flash
Preserve not the event itself
Preserve the memory, the emotion
Snap the shutter when I’m not looking
The best thing in life, you don’t even see happen
At least
Not in the moment.

Try as I might
Though not very hard
I can’t not see the signs
Directing my heart

And call me young
Call me naïve
I can’t help but hold on,
Can’t help but believe

Some say it’s a lie
That The One is just a myth
Then what explains
This feeling I live with?

I can’t help but know
What nobody knows
That wherever I go
I’m only this close

Don’t talk sense into me
She’s out there, she’s real
I know what life can be
I know what I can feel

It’s like something’s inaudibly whispering
Words floating by on silent wings
Hints that I’m somehow drawing nearer
My worldly lens grows minutely clearer
More in tune with things perhaps
Seeing before seeing
Feeling before touching
Yet still grasping nothing
But Hope
Hope holds on in spite
Reading between the lines
Of a taciturn soliloquized life
Night after lonely night
The romance of unturned thoughts
Silently spiraling
Into the silhouette of a design I can barely see
A puzzle I’m missing all the pieces too
Yet if I shut my eyes
Perhaps I can make out its imprint
Etched into me
Been and always
Wandering aimlessly by design
Following the nonexistent trail
Imperceptible and clearly marked
Faith begetting sanity
I’d swear on
What others would call a reverie
A fantasy
The pining of one
Is my knowledge.
Sitting here, watching the starless skies
The romance of thoughts imprinted
Silently spiraling into a silhouette
Taking form

Running blind
That’s what they call it
How sad is it
I can even fall without falling
Calling your name
But I don’t even have that
Merely an echo in my head
A vague impression
Thoughts and dreams

Who are you
I find myself asking
I can almost touch you
But I don’t even know your name
I’ve felt your presence for a while now
I confess
I know you’ve been close all along
My soul mate
Yet I remain in ignorance
Running blind, as they say
And still running

What the hell am I doing with my life?
Kind of just letting it happen for now
Drifting through without a defined purpose
As though fate will somehow carry me towards
The blissful future my shaded eyes see
Only shaded eyes, like seeing specters
I guess divine comfort is only that

Still I method act out the optimist
Some parts of yourself cannot be escaped
I can’t help but feel her breath on my neck
And whispering sensations on my skin
Thinking soon I will play nomad no more

Seeing the ***** thoughts she undresses
Through parting lips and silent caresses

What's the point of waking
Only to be lost in the monotony of masses
Extraordinary is a myth, days blur
And time only passes

Trudge through the doldrums again
Unseen through shaded glasses
No one sees uniquities
And time only passes

And what of the broken wishes?
Teardrops roll down eyelashes
There's no escape fighting fate
And time only passes

I can look myself in the mirror
Without recrimination
Knowing the events that have shaped my life
These past few months
Haven't changed me all that much
That you can place your hands
And still feel the vibrations
That what was lost was merely let go
And what wasn't there, wasn't lost
That I haven't succumbed
To the cynicism and bitterness
So easily wallowed in
But the incomprehensible cannot be stopped
It is still there

I've lent a hand
In times of need
Shouldering their pain
Shouldering their tears
Bearing the brunt of depression
Second listing my own childish fears
Giving, not grieving
Til I swore my heart had wings
Guardian of those I could shelter with them
An angel in no such terms
But an Angel nonetheless
Seeing the needing through
The all too near reaper
Claiming those we held dear
Sometimes hiding, and others
Keeping him from claiming another
Cuts and blood and quietness
Withered and weathered
I've seen them, felt them
Held them, beat them
Reaching out, trying to give solace
And I've come out ahead
Many claimed, but the two remained
And now I remain
Changed, but the same
Smiling that I've seen those I cherish
Or cherished
Through their trials
I want to be a savior
Though never called one
And I find myself
Completing another cycle
Seemingly no closer
No more learned
Forcing me to wonder
To ask
To ***** for the comforting embrace
Of white wings
Who Saves Me?

Why do we let people affect us so
So much of our happiness dependant on
The whims of another
Shocking, how little control
We really have
How we actually have little hand in
Our own happiest moments
Why are words
Sometimes more than words
And actions quickened heartbeats
And how the grapevine
Can be a vein
Of hope or desolation
How little are we really
As people
Without each other?

Words scrawled
Like so many written
On the backs of mirrors
Broken and switched
But the message remains
Living day to day
On faith and Fate
I feel sometimes
I can almost make them out
But the heat dissipates
And they fade away
Leaving my fingertips
Painting nothings
Another night

The sporadic and spastic
Deliberations
Of chance encounters
On busy streets
Haunt my dreams
Like a raindrop in a well
A mile wide
And a mile deep
Rippling across
As I spin myself
Seeking contentment beneath the sheets
Begging to make sense
Of the surreality
To take something tangible
From thoughts that barely exist
Waking in time
To just miss my breath
And worlds spiral back
Into nothingness

As I wander in, the path ahead unfolding
I'm forced to reassess the playing cards I'm holding
Conquer and divide the uncertainties,
only to find they're alive, they've multiplied
And though my days wandering down the wrong path have ended
Its set for the aimless wandering to begin
Most days are unsurprising
I can see the sun arising
Illuminating the things I've learned thusfar
Though still leaving me with a tin can for a heart
It's like looking in the rear view mirror,
objects no more nearer, rather farther
And it's only getting harder seeing, believing that my intuition's not deceiving,
That the feeling that's haunting me
Isn't just because of where I want to be,
That what I see is what I see,
That I haven't shrouded my head in rose colored glasses,
Not clouding myself with whatever flight of fancy
Passes me from midnight to midmorning, warning me
That morning light dancing across my bed isn't the harbinger of another day of medioctiry,
But the bringer of the life I swear I see.  
That I haven't deluded myself concluding,
Reading signs alluding to some moment frozen inside my head subconsciously
That I swear has been there all my life,
That I'm fated like I thought, not condemned to waiting,
Not believing without reason, not deceiving,
But seeing the redeeming that I've seen,
Just believing what I've seen.  
Just believing.

Faith is a pillow
A blankets embrace
Reaching out towards
Such rhythmic grace

Creating worlds
Not easily snuffed
So many hours
But not long enough

Find wisdom, find strength
Divine intervention
No heartache, no fear
No source of contention

Find dreams and lovers
Touch hearts, touch lips
And always they slide
Through your fingertips

Some don't understand what home is
Speaking of our city with derision
They just don't get it
And sure, people have left in droves
It isn't what it used to be
But nowhere do I feel
The sense of contentment
That I do there
I've never fit anywhere
But in Buffalo I do
My heart understands what home is
Where it beats a little softer
Where I breathe a little deeper
Walk a little slower
Smile a little more
"The reasons
They don't seem legitimate when you say them aloud
But in your heart.
There's something real here."

I dream of you sometimes still
I confess
At how things ended between us
Of bitterness
Wondering how something so good soured
So Fast
Nostalgic at the times we had and that you
Couldn't last
But in the melancholy I
Won’t wallow
And while endings are bitter pills, this one's not so difficult
To swallow
And I know I won't miss all the trivial games
You played
Because in my nightmare you didn't leave
You stayed

What would I have found myself with

Had I looked up from the ashes

That my life had become

And seen no one there to help me up?

What mountain could I have traversed

Without you, and you, and you to allow me to be heard

Loving you like lovers

There could never be another

Of each and every one of you

And I plainly see

The bits of all of you in me

Like compass points and northern stars

Guiding me along the way

Sweeping up my shattered, still beating heart

Raining on my rainy day.

I'd like to pay the Piper
For him to whistle me home
To saddle me with the consequence
For a lifetime spent alone
But the sound of retribution
Always rings cold and stiff
And there'll be no compensation
For this life I've been living with

I'm ready to love again
To **** again
Though not one without the other
Back scars and
Beating hearts
Pressed together
How deep can your fingernails dig?
I want to hear you whisper my name
I want you to take my hand
And pull me into the storm
Ignoring the deluge
And the cacophony
Nevermind the rain
Your eyelashes are enough to shield us
Smile, or smirk
I really don't care
So long as you kiss like you mean it
Pulling me close until it hurts
Don't bite your lip
I'll do it for you
As you look on in ecstasy
Love me until it physically hurts
Love can't hurt me

Wherever you are
I hope you can look back on your choices
Happy and guilt free
Silencing all your inner voices
Telling you to keep wandering

(Chorus)
does it hurt when you think of me
Because it hurts when I think of you
I hope you're remembering
All the things you couldn't do

I know I'm still lingering
You can keep sobbing otherwise
But everyone can see
The dreams playing just behind your eyes

You won't rid yourself of me
I'm not so simply disregarded
Time will tell which of us is moving on
And who's still broken hearted

(Chorus)
Does it hurt when you think of me
Because it hurts when I think of you
I hope you're remembering
All the things you couldn't do

I'm like a firecracker
Too volatile to tame
And you're just a forgotten flame
Burning down

(Chorus)
Does it hurt when you think of me
Because it hurts when I think of you
I hope you're remembering
All the things you couldn't do

Walking down the street
I often trip
Over the despondant and pathetic husks
Of Moral Invalids
It is easy to gloss over
The danger and contamination
The way these people pollute life
With delusions and manifestations
Rooted in their simple minded
Conjuration of the will of invisible men
Unfortunately the majority is swayed
Clinging desperately to
False comforts congregation brings
Interaction with them is dangerous
Even with a brush
One can catch the contagion of ill conformity
There is no method for aversion
We're continually besieged by
The Invalids

I watch the candle burning
The flame flickering
Pushing my hand into its midst
I feel the curious strength of something
That doesn't quite seem to exist
Evanescing, casting shapeless silhouettes
So powerful
It deteriorates that which surrounds it
Simultaneously essential
And malevolently destructive

I like to feel the heat of the wax
Dripping on my finger tips
As I grip it tightly
Pain is only a byproduct of sensitivity
Of which we can never have
In too small a quantity
I'd rather feel the pain
Watching the beads roll down my arm
Than lose that strength
In compartmentalizing
And someday you'll find me
Not burnt, not melted, but
Dancing like a shadow on the wall

Some mornings I wake up
And everything I feel is magnified
It must be
The artistry within me
Surfacing so clearly
Through wilting eyelids I shine
Half scrawling
Fingers dancing with exhaustion
Fatigue lowers my defenses
Exposing me to the world

Introversion
It would seem
Is the obstacle of happiness
Of dreams

And yet,
I confess
I do not value my solitude
Any less

I'm not one
To pursue
Immersed within the undulating throngs
More, subdued

I do not fear
Loneliness
Feeling that residing within myself,
Her caress

The tomorrows can't come soon enough
And the yesterdays pass too swiftly
Differing between lies and love
Is a gift no longer with me

And still I cannot help
But look ahead until the day
When love's more than just a word
And finally I'm on my way

I still yearn to lay it out
Put my heart on the line again
To leave the places that I've traveled
And find the one I've never been

I'm restricted to running blind
But running nevertheless
Lest the pulse start to slow
And fade into nothingness

At times it seemed I'd never stop
And I was nearly giving in
No longer was I searching out
But content with places I'd already been

And suddenly there she was
Real and no mirage I'd hoped
I tried to reign my emotions in
But my heart already had eloped

To soon, it seems, to think these thoughts
But I confess I can almost see
Something real in her words
And the places that I want to be

Too soon to dream, common sense cries
Maneuver slowly round the bend
But as I open up my heart
I confess she's falling in

Where we'll go, I cannot say
I can only speculate
To continue on my way
And leave tomorrow up to fate

How strange that we should find such beauty in
The withering of that which sustains us
That the reds and the yellows and the browns
Should give a sense of rejuvenation
When they will merely signify the end
Until the laws of the earth will claim them
Leaving only lifelessness to survey

So quickly the world turns beauty to ash
Stripping the flash of our utopia
Rendering dreams we touch to silhouettes
Grasping at the wisps of the fading past
We are left with only brushed fingertips

Though the white is the ending of it all
I will remain entranced within the fall

So tragic, these acts of violence
And one only begets another
Blood for blood and the river quickens
Now turbid with days no longer seen
Too weak are we to do what must be done?
Too weak are we to throw the switch?
Or is weakness ill-defined?
It is so easy to **** another man
Harder to be introspective
For some the most difficult thing
To look into, to appraise, is a mirror
Are we too weak if not enough die
If vengeance for the fallen is left unfulfilled
Or are we too weak if we don't stop it?

What is love but a serendipitous
Slide into a swirling wintery breeze
From the fall into the chaotic white
Or a journey hand in hand, that spans
Miles of light while moving only eyes
Back and forth from the stars to each other
How the simple joy of intertwining, leading
Resounds with a more transcendent meaning
Thoughts crystal clear that won't take shape
That pass from fingertips to fingertips
And return to me through scarlet lips

Angel, sweet whisperings
Crashing upon my deaf ears
I wish to hear your harmonies
I wish to take comfort in your embrace, but
There is no rest for lidless eyes
In no sleep will we meet
Unfound in peerless dreams

Somehow I find
Broken hearts don't bleed
And I thought that I had lost
Some things I'd no longer see

Wandering along in life
Devoid of certain parts
Wondering what I'd find anew
And when I could restart

But now it's time I think
To lay siege to certain things
Reclaim that which I'd lost
And end the recovering.

So I think that now the pieces will be returning
Certain fires doused, and others remain burning

I could spend days lost in this trance
Until my limbs begin to shake
Repeating this motionless dance
Night after night and day after day

With You on your back, looking up
Brown rays streaming from Your face
Time spent with You is so abrupt
Yet it’s like I’ve never left Your embrace

And I know we’ve spent hours in this bed
Yet the feeling never seems to tire
Pushing out the fear of what lies ahead
As my hands stroke your face and the fire

Sometimes I am, at moments
Lost within myself
Taking refuge in the ruins
The utopia of my own creation

Limiting conversation
To different shades and colors
Unhinged soliloquys
Bickering amongst each other

I dream my own dreams
In a strange way
The creation causes the fantasy...causes the creation
So attainable, so intangible