I emerge from the cocoon of your chilled form with music in my knowing smile. My heart blossoms and beats without restraint. There is a sweetness to the air I cannot place, an electricity, tangible on the stirring breeze. My eyes lift to the heavens, grateful for the lack of salt that has marred their vision for so many years. I am all. I am everything caught whirling in this softening glow, this haze of glory mine to keep for all lifetimes that pass in the blink of wondered eyes. I embrace the morning with a love unfettered and know that she is mine. This is freedom.

I met you in a sea of people
Makes me feel like it's real
I can't really tell now
Guess I just gotta take some time to heal

Anywhere in between the throwaway poems
And the melancholy music
Where my bed becomes my home
I'm losing it
Just when I thought I had you

The mornings become long when
Your tongues running dry
And you're not thirsty
For anything other than a numb
And I'm, I'm trying to pick up the crumbs
But the floor boards grow farther apart everyday

We're getting older faster
And history is last year
I fear I'm losing time darling
I can't even tell if a future of you and I is near

It's an odd feeling to not know if you're willing to wait for the future
Or have it taken away in your sleep
A freak accident, an existential leap
I want those chemicals to tell me I'm going somewhere more
Then here
What a high it would be, all that DMT
In you brain, just slipping through the seams

And here I fiddle my thumbs
Indulging myself in nostalgic songs
Where do I find the time
To redo all my rights and wrongs
Think it's bout time I get out of bed
Before the only thing I have left is my head

Silence is bearable
without the weight of expectation.
We survive in limbo
waiting for the explosion, though the bomb has already dropped.
Life stands still, days meander slowly through memories of a time when love was blinded by the bright lights we adored.
We stare down the barrel of a future departed, careful not to draw blood as we tiptoe through our pretty debris.

Haunted now,
I finally understand
what he meant
when he crooned
about the river.
For there,
I felt Louise’s breath,
just the way he described it.
I floated away &
holding her pretty face,
I learned about love,
the angst,
the pure sadness
of broken dreams.

From time to time,
on these short days,
during these long
lonely nights,
I return,
Drift
Back
Down
to the river,
our kissing-place
& I remember,
how I grew up
in her arms,
& she,
she  
lying under me,
trembling,
grinned
from rosy cheek to rosy cheek.

Thanks Bruce,
for taking me there
in song.