Both directions make me want to run to their opposite sides,
So where the hell am I supposed to go?

Where would we go
if tomorrow never came
would the flowers still grow
if we never felt the rain
would you still love me
even after the pain
and miss me when I'm gone

Would fire still burn a flame
and would you call out my name
in dreams that only fade
would you still love me
when our eyes couldn't see
the memories we made

Would yesterday still remain
if I was to hold you again
and your heart I could mend
would you look at me
if I gave you more to see
would you still love me
if we were able to be
what we were in a song
Spiritwind ©2016

Like clockwork each day
Near the edge
Of the bay
A little old man arrives
He sits down in the grass
Watches boaters fly past
And fishers go on
With their lives

All around the people
Rush about in a hurry
Without a word or even
A stare
To a man with scarred skin
Papered over weak bone
Deep wrinkles
And snowy white hair

His name is James
Though I’m sure you don’t care
But once was a time it meant something
Somewhere
The war has been won
History left it behind
Yet it continues to play
Inside of James’ mind

Wild boy, with hungry lion eyes,
Reflecting in the mirrors,          
While you drive.
Preying on me at every stop sign.    
I pretend not to see,      
But I savor every bite.

Wild boy, with a curly mane,
Curls my fingers can run through,
For days.
Pulling them down to spring back up in your face.
Wild curls that can't be tamed.

Wild boy, with a killer smile,
Come sink your teeth into me,
For a while.
I would love to be a victim, there won't be any trial.
I just want to know the limits of your murderous lips.
Please, just one kiss.

Wild boy, with hungry lion eyes,
You think I'm the prey,
But really, you're mine.
I've been waiting for the perfect chance to strike,
I think I just might have you for dinner tonight.

-SLuR