You spoke as strongly as your father,
But you with a sense of restlessness.
I had never seen sadder eyes.
I had never seen someone more determined.
You stood taller than the sycamores
And stronger than the osage.
Your back was baked by the sun
And your hands chiseled by the earth.
I believe the spirits wanted us,
That they secretly cheered for our victory.
That they did not fear us breaking tradition,
For the sake of maintaining life's greatest tradition.
You told me your mother loved me,
But she was no match for your father.
She would not even dare.
She believed in fear in marriage.
Your father is a good man,
I know.
But he has a legacy to uphold.
So it remains as it is.
You in your world
And I in mine.
Fully intended to be together.
Destined to be apart.

I do not quite know
How to welcome death anymore,
For she is such a frequent visitor.
I no longer greet her
Or take notice when she knocks at the door.
I know she has a key.
Every time is the same:
She walks right in,
Never asks permission.
She touches everything
And fills every corner of every room.
She only ever stays a few weeks.
Just long enough to make a mess,
And then she packs her bags.
But when she is gone
And we survey the damage,
We see she has put everything back in its place.
She does not want to look like the enemy.
But she can never be too careful.
She leaves fingerprints on everything she touches,
To remind us she was here.
To remind us she will be back.

Oh to drag my shaking fingers
Through the cracked Arizona ground once more,
Your dark face staring back at me
Sitting upon the land your fathers promised you,
Promising to stand beside you
As you battle the salted waters.
Oh I would give it all back to you,
My sweet love from a land beyond.
This earth that rightfully belongs to you
And the cracks upon her face,
The junipers in their genorosity,
The moon, a goddess in all her radiance.
I would give it all back in a heartbeat,
Heavy as the thunders in monsoon.
I would give it all back to tell your fathers
That you never failed them,
Even when they came to you with guns.

One of the greatest problems I see with relationships today is that most people see *** as the key to a successful relationship instead of a result of a successful relationship.

And though I know I should, I just can not let you go. For I am convinced that you are the most beautiful thing that has ever entered my life, and I would be a fool to let you walk away.

It's how the greatest stories all begin.
But someone usually dies.

The difference between us
And everyone else
Was that everyone else
Lived as a part of something bigger,
All realizing
That they were destined to die.
We on the other hand
Were two lost wanderers,
Unaware of a picture at all,
Both desperate
And determined to die.