Wandering
Underneath
Influence
You and me

We were young
Young and dumb
Rising sun
Bright morning

Hot to hold
Truth be told
Pain to me
Underneath

Rising star
What you are
River's reach
More like me

Before eve
Heat and steam
Lost drifting
Hard to breathe

Reaching high
Far to fly
Fluttering
Stumbling

Took too long
Then chose wrong
Night came on
Took to sleep

Mourning dream
You and me
Could have been
Something sweet

Impatience doles out ancient sums
For vagrants of the anxious strum

Awakeness in a shade that's numb
Though graceless, I embrace it's hum

Whiteish-grey, is the protective coating
That maintains 'neath all this water, rolling

Rooftops that want not of Nature's embrace
Beads - to rivers - to parched waterways

Softly some boast, "nature beat, by us Beasts!"
Unbeknown to those; Nature's got deep sleeves

Candle by the sea
A sudden gust cuts us short
As Gloom turns to speak

I'm glad you got
An early boarding-pass
Cause it breaks the heart
To have to leave last

Nose to tail
We only had
Maybe...
Five years?


Right?


Wish I could ask you

You know I've never
Been good with time

Though
In the end

You weren't either


Ba-dum-tsh


Do you still have a sense of humor
When you're, like,
'On that side of things'?

I sure ******* hope so

You could always make me laugh
And I may have only ever really bloomed
When I could steal a laugh from you


Ugh


If you can still know stuff where you are
Then I'm sure you can tell
Without me having to say, but
I really miss sharing things with you


That's alright though


Cause
When
It has
To be

It is

And I still have this
Little thing we connected over

Feelings and words and all that crap
So dramatic, the two of us


I hope you're allowed to keep that too


They say the brightest lights
Burn out the fastest
And that some are here for a good time
Not a long one


I'd rather you'd been here for both

But we both knew, even back then

We rarely get what we really want



Right?

She sits, knees down,
In practiced posture.

Grounded and calm.

Her curled fingers
Rest on her thighs.

Precise.
Impervious.
Immovable.
Her own.


In her smile,
A wisp on the wings
Slowly unfurls,
In a whirl
Of wise and winding

Mischief.


As honey'd tones
Roll from her maw,
I am humbled.
Hanging.
Enchanted.
Enthralled.

Lucky to be involved.


And in her every word
There is a piece of her
Unseen,
Unheard,
But no less present.

Pure effervescence.

On all terms,
In her way,
Effortless
And pleasant.


Purposeful, she;
Spinner of tales.

Sometimes we are up
Sometimes we are not

Though often too much
I like what I've got

While sometimes I feel
That I'd rather hide

Some other times still
I'm glad I'm alive

Gawking at the light
In search of bounty in streams
That hold no water

The ice has melted
All the flowers are in bloom
I shiver alone

A lovely idea
Stuck in an unsightly cage
A bird that should fly

Feeling feelings
Thinking thoughts
Acting like a body
Attached to a rock

There's something strange and tempting
All around me.
I feel you, unrelenting,

Gracing my something from somewhere.

Floating like a figment in the air
And you're so high up, we can't see you there,
But I know that you're somewhere.

My eyes are pinching close
Trying to spy your ghost;
Prove to myself that you're out there.

Like a wind dancing light on my skin,
I feel you at it again,
And at their end is my every hair.


If only you'd hold me closer.
I'd like to know that you really care.

My sweet, strange and unreal rover,
I'm getting older; wearing out all of my over-wear.


There's something strange and tempting
Tugging at me.
Almost begging to be,

To be my something from somewhere.

I'm longing, looking and I'm delighted to seek,
Though I'm still straining to see;
Oh, which form would you ask of me?

You could make yourself up most anywhere.

Your gaze is set and pressing through my being.
Because you're all that I see,
I'm staring into my mirror.

I guess I'm lucky it's to me that you speak,
From your elusive unseen,
Caught in your soft-spun somewhere.