I want to sit by a city window
At night

And stare out into the lights
With you

From the top floor of a darkened
Hotel

I want to wrap my arms
Around you

Rest my chin on your
Shoulder

Sigh and pull you
Closer

And simply sit as the lights
Twinkle

Into the heart of the city and
Never sleep.

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

I think of You and I see the yellow
Of a raincoat, keeping me dry and warm
You’re good at that, wrapping around me tightly
Your arms like the weathered belt
Hands knotted across my stomach
And the rain-soaked hood
Lightly lapping at my cheek
Not unlike your kiss
The drawstrings tumble down
Like Your hair across my chest
But unlike the raincoat
Which will inevitably, ironically
Soak me when I go to take it off
You will always be my shelter
I could never hang You up.

I have been one acquainted with the night
Moving quickly with unencumbered ease
Through a cooling darkened breeze
Drawing drapes, eluding light
I am one acquainted with the night

I have been one acquainted with the chill
That an October morning brings
With whispered imaginings
Of wine, a blanket and a hill
I am one acquainted with the chill

Barren days and shadowed hours
Make the masses evanesce
Yet no less shared nor picturesque
For they shall remain forever ours
We shall be ones acquainted with the night

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.

To share with You, this great divide
And not to grieve at the miles
I want to hold You in my arms tonight
But I know that time will be a while

I could say that the dreams are better
But that defies intelligence
Nothing compares to when we lie together
The memories overshadowed by the sense

Every night I wish You here
Though here, You cannot be
Yet now I live without fear
That You’re so far away from me

This is a way of Love in Our rough season
This side of madness, the other side of reason

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 want to be the one
Left behind without my kind

I want to be the one
That weathers the storm

The one with the umbrella
Raining above and raining under

I want to be the one
In black upon the hill

I want to be the one
Laying flowers

I want to be the one
Saddled with that burden

I can handle grief
But causing those to grieve
That I cannot handle
I want to be the last to go

Fingers and toes curling
My fingers, your toes
Eyes and walls closing
Lips and lips watering
At the thought of a Lover’s kiss

I want to run my tongue
In delicate lines
Up and down your thighs
Smiling while You’re gasping
In my passing
Lips to the other side

There is an art to teasing
Having you twitching and wishing
I’d get to the pleasing, seeming
To pass closer and closer each time
Up and down your thighs

And while fingertips
Are a sorry substitute for Lover’s lips
It only takes the slightest brush
To have you quivering at my touch
And you cannot disguise
The passion building in your eyes
As I run my hands
Up and down your thighs

I’ll kiss your lips
No more stalling
As my kisses, slowly falling
And your heartbeat quickly rising
Fabric dropping, realizing
That finally this time
I’m not kissing towards your thighs.

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

Distance means nothing
I can still feel year heart beat
As though you were lying next to me

Distance doesn’t change a thing
You’re still the love of my life
Still the only one for me

My heart will always be in the palm of your hand
Hold it gently.  I’ll see it again soon.

I’ve been swaying in the wind
On this lonely swing
Like I’ll never reach the shore again
Like I’ll never reach, anything

My hand’s been slippin off this knot
And it burns so much
And I’ve been givin all I’ve got
But it’s not enough

Chorus:
I’m jumping in
I’m letting go
I don’t want to hang here no more
I lost my grip
And I’m falling fast
Just promise me that this will last

I can feel myself sliding down
Towards You My Dear
And I’ll tell You know, I don’t know why
I’m still hanging here

Chorus:
I’m jumping in
I’m letting go
I don’t want to hang here no more
I lost my grip
And I’m falling fast
Just promise me that this will last

I promise Babe, to immerse myself
In Your Love
And I’ll turn to You when I need help
You’re enough

Chorus:
I’m jumping in
I’m letting go
I don’t want to hang here no more
I lost my grip
And I’m falling fast
Just promise me that this will last

You saw me
And you knew
That still amazes me

So young, yet
You took that first step
And held my hand
That still amazes me

You held on
For so long
Until I felt it to
That still amazes me

You were so scared
To touch, to kiss
Yet you trusted
That still amazes me

You’re everything I’ve wanted
Body and mind
Heart and soul
That still amazes me

You make me
A better person
Just by being yourself
That still amazes me

I am so lucky
To be with you
To hold you, to kiss you
You still amaze me.

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.

In school we learn to be
Not intuitive nor ambitious
Or creative even
In school we learn to take
Not the path with the
Most vibrant colors
But the flattest one.
College is charged
With the castration of young minds
And too often we forget
Just what is left behind
Do I want to write this essay
On the interesting or the easy

Samantha, parted from me and never parted
Never and always, touching and touched
I seek never to finish what we so eagerly started
Laying yet standing, looking not seeing
One after the other, crying and agreeing
Covered in snow through sunny skies
Happily while a weak bond dies
And our time together is long but fleeting
Ours is all I can imagine being
I wish to be closed off, so clearly unguarded
Time with You always and never enough
Samantha, parted from me and never parted.

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

Touch me with your lips
Your desolate caresses
Bring silence
To my world


Build a utopia
With the lascivious
Flicks of your tongue
Whisper in my year
Things you'd never
Look me in the eyes
And say

Undress me with a gaze
Then meld fantasy with life
Wander and linger
Your fingertips
As you please

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

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.

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

How is a ****
Pin-up model
Any different than
Some Renaissance painting
Yet one is a vulgarity
And one is art

Human beings have both
A fascination with eroticism
And some sort of moral obligation
To censor themselves from it

I have been forced to conclude
That the stark reality of the photography
Frightens people
They want to hide
In their catholicized self-made world

I have been forced to conclude
These people are morally weak
(Those that cover the model)
Unable to stow away
Fantasy for Reality
They cannot differentiate
Between their lover and the model
Their mind pursues the physical
Ignoring the romantic

They starve themselves
From such images
Because they cannot
Overcome such lust

While those of true strength
Can view the ******
In all its artistic
And pornographic qualities,
See the physical perfection
And imprint upon it
A mental perfection
Yet turn their backs
On the illusion
While others
Simply shun one illusion
For another.

I miss the time
Playing poker late at night
With my friends
Hoping the cards would shuffle
In my favor
So I'd have a little extra
To treat you
At the amusement park
The next day

Sonnets and ballads
Same length sentences
And blocky form
Used to describe you
Is like creating the Sistine Chapel
With paint by numbers

You fit no form, no pentameter
And while hips rhymes with lips
And yours are gorgeous
There no rhyme nor reason to Love

Sonnets and ballads are beautiful
In the way any SoCal girl is
Bleached blonds with big *****
Fit the paper definition of beauty
But paper wilts and crumbles
My Woman Stands strong
They can have their silicone, their plastic
Because when we touch, I feel something real

Remember I Love You, I whisper
Like You needed the reminder
But the smile tells me
The words hit home

And as meaningful as words can be
When we’re together
It’s the absence of them that’s beautiful
Lips are for kissing
Touches and caresses
And looks and smiles
Are what tell You
I Love You

Crooked chair, leaning forwards,
As though I’m not supposed to be sitting;
Trying to lurch me to my feet
And push me onward.
Maybe I just want to sit for a while,
Maybe I’ll try the floor.

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

I could spend all day
Enraptured in Your body
Never growing weary
Of Your tantalizing curves
Trace with my fingers
The delightful soft contours
Trace with my fingers
Everything

I could spend all day
Returning Your smile
My eyes never straying
From your Loving gaze
Feel with my lips
Your everlasting warmth
Feel with my lips
Everything

Someone told me fairy tales don’t exist
Then who keeps turning my pages
And why then, did our first kiss
Feel like my first kiss in ages?

Someone told me fairy tales don’t come true
That life just doesn’t work that way
What blissful fate brought me to You
And what makes me so sure today

Someone told me They Loved me once
And turned my teardrops into laughter
And then I knew my search was done
And we’ll live Happily Ever After

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

I often exist
In woken dreams
Creating things
I'll never see

Living lives
That are only myths
Ignoring what
I'm living with

Tis better in
The fantasies
Reality's just
A broken dream

In Your presence I am a solitary tree
That will not sag nor bend
Even when the night turns cold

You’ve remarked at how I always stand
Sometimes with laughter
Sometimes with something else
As your fingertips lazily trace my contours

Such a wonderful picture of intimacy
As your hand deftly wanders
Across my leaves

In Your presence I am a Solitary tree
Solitary, not lonely
Not unloved.

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 **.

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?

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.

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

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

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

There is a man
Sitting in the grassy buffer
Between the gas station
And the road
Watching the busy intersection
I wonder what he sees
As car after car rushes through
I wonder what he's looking for
As we all pass him by
He looks kind of odd
Sitting there alone
I think he's the one who's
Got it all figured out

One of the things I Love
Is your kiss
Alluring, sweet,
Yet powerful.
Fiery, aggressive,
You kiss like You mean it

And even when it’s over
It’s not
You left something
An imprint
An impression
Of Yourself on me

You could knock me unconscious
You could stop my heart…
And start it up again
You could make every other moment
Simply slip away
With a kiss like that.

My God rules with spite and hate
His book, a manual to enslave
Societies and free thinkers to a hellish fate
And those who spread the lies are saved

My God does, as Gods often do
Make some things right and some things wrong
My vision is clouded, I can’t see through
And with bigoted black and white we go along

My God scorns things unnatural
Our purpose is nothing more than to reproduce
There’s no place for the new or liberal
We don’t care about the progress, just the use.

There’s no room in *** for passion, only vulgarity
The vile combination of two to become one, and make one
Any other thoughts and My God verily
Condemns the monstrosity that we have become

My God rules with bigotry and hate
I share with Him the Aryan vision
Condemning the **** to their fiery fate
I am, and forever will be, a Good Christian

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

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 could always see it in your eyes
Something I never saw before
Still it comes as a surprise
We’re not lonely anymore

I still remember when we first talked
A few hours it seemed would never end
It’s a path I thought I’d never walk
Yet a path I knew I’d walk again

For several years I hated time
Four years is just too much
Now I smile when you’re on my mind
And feel the tingle when we touch

And it comes as a surprise
Something finally went right
You are the sunrise in my skies
You are my comfort in the night

Some yearn for golden rays
A cooling breeze ruffling blades of grass
Myself, I like the bitter days
With drenched streets and gusty blasts

I like the stinging winds
And menacing cloudy skies
Those days that you’d best stay in
You can find me outside

There’s something about the bitter cold
And threatening rain, God only knows
All the better to have a hand to hold
All the better to hold You close

It not that I like being chilled
The winter is frigid enough
I like to add to the hours killed
Warming myself with Your Love

I like cats
They’re perfectly content to be watched
Not spoken to
Admired, occasionally played with
Curiously intelligent
The same look
And a thousand expressions
They’re the best kind of company
Quiet, but pointy.

Utterly transfixed
On some spec of dust
As though it bore all the significance in the world
Sometimes
they
plod,
Sometimes dart for no reason.
Noisy and pointy.

Sonnets and ballads
Same length sentences
And blocky form
Used to describe you
Is like creating the Sistine Chapel
With paint by numbers

You fit no form, no pentameter
And while hips rhymes with lips
And yours are gorgeous
There no rhyme nor reason to Love

Sonnets and ballads are beautiful
In the way any SoCal girl is
Bleached blonds with big *****
Fit the paper definition of beauty
But paper wilts and crumbles
My Woman Stands strong
They can have their silicone, their plastic
Because when we touch, I feel something real

Remember I Love You, I whisper
Like You needed the reminder
But the smile tells me
The words hit home

And as meaningful as words can be
When we’re together
It’s the absence of them that’s beautiful
Lips are for kissing
Touches and caresses
And looks and smiles
Are what tell You
I Love You

I paint
People are my canvas
And I paint

I cover up the imperfections
Caulk the cracks
And I paint

I paint
Purple circles
Lines of agony
And I paint

And I paint
Greys and browns
Against peach and tan
Striking red
Against pink
And I paint

Dark
And I paint

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.

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

Winter and death
Are supposed to go hand in hand
Crumbling brown leaves
Scattered around barren trees
And the days evanesce
Colder, shorter, darker
But the snow brightens the night
Every vestige of light reflecting skyward

Winter is indicative of change
A monochrome contrast to fall
An ending of a year
But all that crosses my mind
Is me, you, a blanket and a fire

And what comforts me
Is the pillar of certainty
Amongst the chaos
It’s disturbing
How quickly things fade away
But what comforts me
Is that my Love for You never will

And every snow flake that falls
Reminds me of how I fell for You
And every darkened night
Your arms or Your voice will hold me tight
Every cold shudder
Will be met with Your warming touch

And what comforts me.
Is Your Pillar of Certainty