The Moon is bright tonight,
I have a thousand sheep to count

You're on my mind, you're in my head
The last thought that lingers above my bed

As I breathe, as I pray, as I sleep, as I dream
With gentle steps, you'll interweave
your being into my subconscious

You've been here for a while
a few years you've claimed your place
The lines around your mouth when there's a smile upon your face

Can we dance beneath the stars tonight
and whisper of the Divine?
And when you've left, I'll write poems of how you were once mine

When I walk I'll remember, the silences, the glances
secret clasped fingers held beneath tabletops and hours hours hours
those long dark days of discovery and shared moments were ours

These days are ours for the taking.

There's a distance here between us, perhaps its safer that way
but every shared moment a laugh or smile
our fingers nearly touch
Its all so delicate, would you not say?
we balance on a spiders web
to fall or fly
to fall or fly

what even is love?
are we too young to know?
It all seems so tarnished and unclean these days
I'd rather keep my heart to myself, you know?
The clinton cards and teddies emblazoned "you're the one" just so artificial, so unreal
to step into a world of cliché does not enthral me..
perhaps I was not meant to love another
in this world of safety, the risk seems too steep
yet so tempting...

oh, but why must we complicate friendship with the longing to love?
it is merely human instinct?
we have no need to wallow
we're young,
we're free
why do we waste our days pining
we're no Romeo or Juliet,
no star crossed lovers
some days I'll choose to distract myself

but I miss you when we are silent
my mind walks in circles, hand in hand with your name
my hearts used to a lone routine
it wants to be pulled, to change change change
this is just another midnight poem,
is it not?

A close one once told me,
he must appreciate that you read
for a girl whose studied the literature of love must be deserved
did you know I've read it all?
the words, the sonnets, the songs
its less personal to read of other loves,
instead of write my own
this was never meant to sound pretentious,
more a babble of words to a stranger

if I told you I'd loved you
would you have known all along?
sometimes I cannot help but wonder
I'd prefer not to know

oh, the temptation to hold your hand
when we walk together
it seems an impulse,
a body's natural instinct to reach out, to hold
I trust my head to tell my heart No.
it's all too delicate, too close to home

its easier to keep silent
to let the moments between locked eyes,
be locked away in a box
I'll keep my shaking hands to myself
its safer, safer
I've always played by the rules
I only want a friend, a special one
but it would be unusual for friends to hold each others hands
oh, how annoying it is that everything has to have a reason, these days
there's nothing a fact can't explain

is it okay to say, I just can't say
the correct words
even correct grammar escapes me
you of all people would correct me...


the head says
play it safe
it's enough to
be the friend, the brother






but sometimes, my heart wonders,
if i sailed away,
would you call me your own true love?

The world it disappeared tonight
the fog came rolling in
he consumed, engulfed, stole everything we know

The owl, it did not call tonight
it sensed seldom in the air
held breath and frosted glass
snatching at your memories

The children retreat to their home
frowns etched onto snow white foreheads
a hidden burrow undercovers called safety

Lock your doors tonight,
He's coming like a ghost, dancing silently
blanketing the sacrificial trees under the weeping golden moon

"Don't breathe too loud" he comforts the night,
don't break the spell

The dew will be next to drown the flowers

Antelopes can gallop,
they'll only pass me by,
I stood still on the zebra crossing,
yet failed to catch your eye

Take one step back,
deep into the blue,
a thousand wishes which we dared,
in thawed hearts may be true

Tree's bend and break,
by a force we struggle to see,
fitting a camel through the eye of a needle,
we're all consumed by our own greed

Yesterday's paper is never yesterday's news,
because what once was steers my current,
it's all within my reach and grasp,
but I'll keep shaking hands to myself for fear of losing courage