The girl's paint chipped window is wide open,
allowing Spring to breath into
her home and into her
ever mending yet growing heart.

Outside of the window
she hears the crickets in the side yard.
They are speaking to her.
They speak of comfort,
yet all the while they stress
the immediacy of  right now.

Now is the time
They say to her.
Here us now,
before we stop.
Here us now,
while we are still in unison.
Here us now,
as we share the quietness of the warm dark blue.

Here us now,
Before we are silenced by your
Burdensome thoughts.
Here us now,
Before we choose to stop.
For we sing
a sweet song
that often goes
Unnoticed.

Woke up thinking about an old friend.
Along time ago,
This friend
Made me feel
So alive.
More alive than I have ever been.

My friend took me,
Shook me,
Like dr. pepper
As I exploded
With the sweet taste of cherries.

Now I dream of this old friend
More than he will ever know.
My dreams are sad,
On the cutting edge of love
And saying goodbye
Clinging to space
That no longer exists.
Vibrating on a frequency that only exists in
Old songs,
Old smells,
Old visions.
Of those times we once had
On the frost bitten ground
Outside of my car when we laid eyes on each other.
Or under the light where you told me you loved me
As we both pretended that we smoked.

Remember when I road in the ambulance with you?
Then, I was more complicated
And so were you.
But even then I knew
Still
So clearly
That I loved you.

Oh, friend

I would have done anything for you.
But now
You exist only in my dreams
And even in my dreams
You are running away.
I wish I could let you go.
But in my mind
In my heart
And in my dreams
you still remain.