I sail these see to forget you
or at least thats what i tell myself
the salt waves embrace the branches of my constant neurosis
for i cannot seem to remember myself these days
and in my existentialism i shall play the sweet prince and bid you goodnight
when i see the green flash ill know it was you
and ill dream of your eyes
and your nose
and your lips
where does home lie?
but this old buccaneer shall lose himself in the arms of calypso.
plant a seed in the ground for me and when it blooms tell our light to keep a weather eye on the horizon
await the flash of green
                                                                       -DBE

I'll ask you to dance if you'll teach me to love.
What does it mean to love?
Could we be love? Will we get to love? To be loved?
Am I nothing more than a ghost?
Can one become a ghost when they still hold breath?
I fear yes.
For without your love, what holds the answer?
Without love we - I die.
And only I fear that if we die,
will we ever learn to live again?
                                                               -DBE

Today we fly
Dear Juniper, help me to soar
Fear not
For if I am Icarus
Then I shall fall
But all will be well
For the fall will be worth the while
If only I could catch a final glimpse of you.
                                                                         -DBE

To you I shall Sing,
If only you hold my days within your grasp,
till I transcend, to sleep and wake
no more.
I shall leave a piece of me behind
kept in you.
So, that if I am truly to depart,
I shall not be forgotten
and in leaving myself to you,
may it help you to forget . . .
all the same.
A ghost I shall never be again
but a spirit finally
for the first time
reborn.
Free
                                               ­                            -DBE

Pavement we become
                    Lost to the lines
                                  To smell the blooms
                                                                left behind.
Stay the course.
        
                                     Lost.
Part of the road. Gone
                   Lost to the path
                                                           No.
We few.
       We brave few
                     We few, we who
have been lost
                            Shall never return.
            
                                                                                        -DBE