Always
I thrived for little—
a quiet love
a tenderness to offer
like a brook
small and humble
seeking the next bend
toward the ocean—
knowing kindness
is offered
in playing a small part.

Time feels heavy
for some—
a boat adrift
floating aimless
a love wanting to bloom
words falling
like rain on thirsty ground—
I learned
to swallow—
hard and fast.

I carry
what I gave away—
a suitcase of unspoken words
all the hope
from one look
one touch
a soft offering
barely standing—
but never forgotten.

I owe, I owe it's off to work I go
The debt is piling up the dollars come so slow

It looks like I took a turn for the worse
I hit a fork in the road and come down with
some kind of voodoo curse

These monetary blues I do detest
They've taken away my happy-go-lucky
and put me under house-arrest

My muse she flew out the door and is on-the-run
Screaming over her shoulder, it ain't a crime to be unhappy
but it isn't any fun

I owe, I owe, it's off to work I go
The debt is piling up and the dollars come so slow

Is it really
Out in space
Or a rendering
Looking to be
In a place...
I will not apologize
For the moon
Distracting me

Sikh and ye shall find