From sun-up to sunset I find you in my head.
I sit and spin, thinking in circles -
None of which is of any benefit.

I long for your taste and I need your touch,
You in my life is a piece of luck.
I see your face burning in my vision,
I hear your voice singing in my ear,
I taste your body on my tongue,
But most of all I feel your grace upon my soul.

If I've ever needed a muse, it might be you.

I feel wheels moving
In my brain,
Spinning and rolling,
Never gaining traction
To put thoughts to paper.
Tension is static block
Of frantic attempts at thought.
I try
To no avail.
I can't get moving, no forward motion,
Drawing on emotion and experience,
Yet the page remains empty.

It was a moment of weakness.
Neither you nor I knew what to say.
Now as we stare towards the horizon,
This awkward silence settles in,
And we notice all of the tiny silhouettes
Of those previously unnoticed passing ships.
Anything to distract us from here and now,
To give us escape from this place.

You - like I - know how this ends,
But you, no more than I, know
How we will get from here to there
Without destroying all that we've ever known.

So everything hangs in the balance,
And it really all depends
On how well our dancing skills remain intact.
Let us hope that you've brought your shoes one last time
So we can have this last song and dance together.
Let us perform one final flawless show and
End this as professional to professional,
Because I will not shed a tear after you go.

All it counts down to a second -
A relapse in judgment, though no one's perfect -
It comes down to a mistake I hope to erase,
Shadows in time no more important than the rest,
And though I may not love you,
I wish you the best.

I've booked my ticket like a Spring Break trip.
Cancun or Mazatlan, but this trip will be permanent -
An exciting prospect of new adventure,
Regret at what's to be left behind.

The date is circled upon the calendar
And does it ever race to hand.
My last grand adventure to plan,
To take part of before I hit the end.

There will be no more and
What once was will be lost.
I hear the sun shines there
But not in the traditional sense.

Say goodbye to the girls -
Tell them I love them -
And don't forget to pass word on to my brother.
Its sad I didn't get to see him again before I climbed aboard.

Worse things have happened and
I'll see him when he decides to visit.
No worries once he takes up permanent residence -
Sorry to ruin the great secret.

So, let's make the wheels turn
With the time that's left on the clock.
The sand in the hour glass is running short.
We've got time for one last game of Pictionary before I depart.

Let's act it up and act it out.
Let our actions resonate in screams and shouts.
So ket's do the best not to waste our time
As those last grains drop by and by.

Our actions speak as words,
And when all clocks finally stop,
Its towards the horizon that I will look,
Thinking of tomorrow as I board that box.

Just know that I will miss you so well.
Mom and Dad, even though I put you through hell,
All I wish is for you to be whole,
And even though I am off on my own,
Know that I leave behind my soul
So I will still be here even after I'm gone.

Try, try again Father always says,
So when things go wrong,
That's what's got to be done.
Never mind what words others will preach.
Don't bother with anything they say,
It's all flowery fluffed-up speech
That never got anyone anywhere anyhow.

Now times come when a fellow gets himself a little luck,
Something that makes him think he knows which end is up,
But Father says you can never account for that,
Because at the end of the day
That same Mister keeps on the same way,
And while that's all well and nice,
He's worse than praying that lightening strikes the same place twice.

So never give up, and never say die.
All you can ever do is try, try, try,
And as bad as it may ever seem,
It's always darkest before your dawn comes,
So if it isn't this time,
I know you'll eventually get it right.
As Father always says,
God be ******, it's a sin not to try.

I feel that last warm trickle, and
I feel that last warm breeze.
Its crawls across my skin
And it runs through my veins.
The last of Summer kisses the land.
No more trips to be had
As we watch the colors fade,
My Winter is now at hand.

What was once sun-kissed burned
Has now gone cold,
And what once bloomed Summer foliage full
Is now Winter's fare skeletal.

Mother Mary comes, Mother Mary Springs in time,
But in Mother Mary comes time,
Because it's frosty Father Time
That allows Spring to blossom in her,
Time, Time and Time again,
Year in and year out, he is spent.

So as Spring comes, so do I,
Doing my best to beware of Father Time,
Watching the colors bloom to Summer's trip
With the bee's sting to inject sweet toxicity,
Freed from this state of mind again
Until I feel the next Summer Ending's breeze.

I think of you and in rushes the longing,
But I know I shouldn't have you - I can't have you.
I would only treat you all wrong again,
So I plan for my fall.
I plan to fight the urge through
And in the fire, be born again.

We blend the lines between right and wrong,
After a time we stop knowing
And in that moment we begin living.

I've loved you one time,
Don't let me sweep you off your feet again.
Brace yourself and awaken to the light.
In time these memories will fade,
No longer remembering those days we never made.