I am naive -
stuck in between awkwardness and grace.

I have yet to taste

life

as it is glorified through literature.

My tastes of it have been quite bitter.

I need reason -
but I ask no questions.

I just assume it is all a distorted illusion of
perfection.

Today I saw upon my path
A girl weeping near the rail
I knew not cause nor reason.

I knew name and semblance
but tis only an illusion
with no knowledge of character.

Yet still a pang of sadness I did receive,
for stop, I did not.

I wish that I had said, but a word,
a word to sooth such sadness
Though I knew not cause nor reason.
and for not, a pang of sadness
I did receive.

Though I know not cause nor reason, nor expression of character
I must say
how sorry I am
that I did not stop,                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                                         that such words would escape me.

I know not cause nor reason
for such tears you weep,
A word escaped I will speak,
so that on another rainy day
your character I may learn.

I feel out the landscape of your heart,
and I know it more than this old soul,

and we trace the contours of the in between,
and we don't even want breath,
we exchange our airy breath,
like sailors lose their voices to the waves,

I fall into you like this is all there ever will be,
like I'm supposed to,
Though words, that could define us is,
what we truly seek.

We dare not speak,
we grow to fear,
the indifference of the words said,
launched without thought,
that could,
that would,
pierce the world we live,
and in this moment,
i could die knowing
I drowned in you love dear,
and that would be enough.
You'd be enough.

We sleep on couches,
we know the floor,
but with you,
my reality is a castle with secret gardens,
a sleeping beauty, awake.

and I want to bake in  the sunshine of your love dear,
pull down the covers,
and awake love.

I've counted the hours.
I've paid my time.
Willingly knowing, that there's the sun
at the end of the tunnel,
I fight the muck, I fight the mire,
May we never tire my love.