I’m sad,
And it's okay to admit it now.
My loss is a clever art,
That grows and reveals more of itself over time -
Traipsing, as it does,
Down passageway and alley,
Ever out of reach,
But always in sight.

My hurt is a deep affliction,
And I wail in silence,
And smother my tears in fabric.
"Press on", as they say.
Those with either more strength
Or less patience
(I can never really tell).

As I sleep,
We walk, we play,
As children do,
And we laugh!
And we dance, spinning around
sometimes falling,
Oh but our falls are petty.

For a moment,
that thought of you is a welcome companion,
You and I are ideal once more
My hand clasped to yours,
We chase what light is left.
Together.

Oh,
I wish it could be.

Our combined heart is a room,
With the door locked,
And no one's knocking.

Our combined heart is a room,
With the blinds closed,
And no light can come in.

We've inspiring words,
Like "dream", "imagine", and "grow",
Written on posters,
Lovely poems and paintings on the wall,
And each other to keep us comfortable,
But we're shut in,
And lonely.

She has a key on a necklace,
She gives it to open her heart,
But I've already forced my way in,
And the necklace is broken, anyhow.

We are a mess of wants, and desires,
And they keep us from you;
And I don't know how to unlock the door,
Or open the blinds,
And I don't know how to live by that poem On the wall.

But, I so desperately want to invite you in.

She asks, "do you think we can get out?"
And I tell her that I hope so.
Because I know that that door unlocks,
and I know those blinds do open,
Because I can see light coming into our darkness,
And I so want to bask in that light again.

The man awkwardly dancing with himself.
He's got the moves,
So suave and so smooth,
Matching his own steps,
Wrapping his arms around the woman who isn't there

Rippers jeans, and popped collar,
That invisible woman must be impressed

Samba shoes, and long dark hair,
You must be king
Of your very own dance floor.

How great it must be to rule your own scene.
Don't you know how foolish you look?

But, is that the point?
Hey, you don't seem to care.
But I do,
So who's doing something wrong?

Nameless man, keep dancing by yourself.
I admire you, exhort you to continue,
To never second guess yourself,
And to live without fear.

For fear is crippling,
And you just want to have fun.

Sorry for stepping on that most noble attempt.

Don't let the sun come down on us, my love.
Don't the night envelop us in it's wings.
May our love be as lively as the wind,
And as loud as the storm.
May I trumpet you,
Treasure you,
Triumph over you.

May we travel the stars,
Stopping only to share,
And to enliven.


Just Don't look away,
And please don't abandon me.
Stay with me.
Till the end.

A flower petal carried by the breeze,
Beautiful, may your dance join with mine,
That we may move together.

May the rhythm be our love,
And may the steps move in tandem,
And may my life be to perfect them.

Entrance me with your body,
As you sway with intention,
Every move to the sound of our affection.

Warm me with your embrace,
And I'll warm you with mine.
Hold me in every turn and twist

We'll swing till the moon light fades
And, the sun ceases to rise.
We dance Until we can dance no more.

That is my promise.

Oh, when you were near,
Wind sweeping 'neath my footsteps,
I run with such haste
The race I make with every distraction
To be noticed,
To be loved.

Oh, but love is not a possession,
No more than an infant is.
No, it grows just like you and I,
Matures, bears fruit,
And multiplies.

I speak and think as if I could ever possess you,
Could ever earn you.
No, grace has put you here

You, an unwarranted,
Undeserved gift.

Beautiful,
Point your gaze my way
That I may study those beautiful bold lines
The creator has filled with color,
Having outlined you from the beginnig.
May your warm stare come in contact with mine,
And may I lose my self in God's wonderful design.

I wish to learn from every shape, bump, edge, and color
That God has deemed necessary to your design.

Look at me, my love.
You fill me with string orchestras and fireworks,
And make me feel so warm,
As you donate your loving attention to me,
And bless me with the slightest intention.

In yellow fields today,
I made my stand.
Before God,
On this beautiful plain,
I cursed myself,
Wishing I were never born.

The crickets,
The flies,
All witness to my screams,
Blissfully ignorant to my problems.
They hop and buzz about
As if nothing were happening.
Do you feel the same?

May the mountains be my witness,
You're everywhere that I go,
In every beautiful thing,
you're there.
Every sunset,
Every picture,
Every woman.
Oh, how you torture me.

In green forests,
I sat and dreamed
Of a day when this would no longer hurt me.
I raised my hands as high
as the emerald towers around me stood.
I closed my eyes.
And I prayed
for an end to my pain.

An end came.

In yellow fields today,
My love came running back to me.