during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
******
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn't call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment

and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.

If you stray from where you should've,
no bed when comes the night,
don't suspect your compass wasn't right.
If the needle showed a way
and you followed it to erring
the misfortune of wayfaring;
It may not be the instrument in hand.
The heart is at fault here.
You chose the wrong North, it's clear.

I look up to the sky
As my heart takes flight
Being with you just feels right

One look into your grey eyes
With your hand in mine
I don't want to think about goodbyes
I image were capable of stopping time

As the sun sets on another day with you
I sit here
Gazing at the now bright stars not sure what to do
I relize i have but one fear
And that's losing you

I image your like my own glowing star
I may not always be able to see you
But I know your never that far

I've given you my heart, and i know you wont break it
You mean more to me than I can really show
In my world a flame you have lit
Take my hand and don't let go
You may not realize yet, it may take a bit
But I love you more than you'll ever know

I sit here quietly
As the sun rises again, orange, pink and blue
I wonder idly
What to do with so many thoughts about you