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Soft wishes on
october days,
makes me wish you
weren't so far away.

Even if its just a thought,
you know you really are
the best friend I've got.

The time has passed,
and makes us old,
leaves only moments,
of silver and gold.

I know that life is
weird and sad,
but you're awesome,
and I'm rad.

We should meet,
and hug. Often.

Dm (c) 2015

A moment passes and something beautiful dies,
there were watercolor constellations,
dappled, darkling gems of light,
behind us, glinting in jasper, and violet skies,
but now only darkness,
the constellations in silent splendor,
bleeding fire from my eyes,
the constellations of
diamonds have fallen,
and once where my heart found laughter,
only tears remain,
and once in silence I trusted-
such deep hopes!
Higher than all before them,
a daredevil on the wire!
Now a ball of fire,
forward motion, now sinking in those hopes,
slowly tangled by the noose of their ropes,
you would think after a year or so,
one could let go, let go!
And how?
I don't know-
how to express that
yesterday is a slave to tomorrow,
for we have taken what was not ours to borrow,
the wicked borrow and do not repay,
that has become our culture, this our way,
"even in laughter the heart may sorrow"
so how does this story end?
It ends with a whimper,
and mangled hopes,
a harpist's hand severed in the machine,
a dreamer crushed within a dream.
The sad singer with his tongue severed,
can never speak out,
can only scream,
a dreamer crushed within a dream.
-dm (c) 2015

She is a sunflower,
hair soft like cornsilk,
freckles,
the lines
in her smile,
honey,
sit with me,
entangled,
entwined,
wishing,
can I rewind?
Pause time?
As she sings,
finds me,
wishing,
that she wasn't
so high up on
a string,
out of reach,
like summer memories,
past.
Good morning you
work of art,
good morning heart,
sad to know she's
out of reach.
dm 2015

Sometimes I paint my heart
with stars and colors,
paint over the blackness
that hurt exposes,
inky and desperate
for your cotton candy heart,
I paint the colors of dreams,
denim and greens,
the embrace of summer air,
as the sunset fades,
the crickets singing
tiny hallelujahs,
a gentle wind kissing your hair,
I paint the river of lights,
handlebars at midnight,
and hold onto the ghost of
these nights.
Something living,
something true.
Comforting kisses catch me
quietly, as you whisper,
“Everything for you.
Sometimes I don’t say it
but it’s always for you.”