You are an angel sent from heaven above
But maybe it's all too good to be true
I don't understand why I'm feeling this love
All I know is that my heart stopped when I sat by you
On your porch looking at the night sky
I finally felt what it was like to fly
Spontaneous of me to show up here
Unexpected but I show no regret
Don't be shy don't disappear
This beautiful moment please don't forget
Wow wow spark boom
Look at the clouds
Look at the moon
Look in my eyes
Do you feel it too?
Why so shy, boy?
Baby just bloom
Your eyes shone in the reflection of the stars
They blink and flicker back to mine
In that remarkable moment I knew
I had never seen brown so beautiful
Until they reflected the color blue

a hand held across the table
a paper bag of alaskan candy
a pair of tickets in a red envelope
a daffodil rescued from the street

"can't I just look at you?" you asked me when I tried to get you to focus on your food, the most mischievous little smile on your face

(if you asked me again what you asked me in february -
I don't know I don't know I don't know)

it goes without saying that I'm afraid of the depth of my own capacity to hurt people
I am a sailboat made of paper, I am a terrible idea
I am everything everyone I have ever loved has left behind,
the pieces that don't fit, the muddy debris

I'm afraid of my own fear, I'm afraid that I will deny you
and that it will leave wounds in you deeper than any you've ever had
I'm afraid about feeling guilty about being with you
and I am afraid because I can't see how my parents could ever know

(despite it all, there's still my body, like an animal, looking at your lips and hips and eyes and hands, whispering
I want, I want, I want)

How much is a memory?
Burned feet on the hot concrete?
A skinned knee or a papercut?
Maybe it's the wasted nights, or a dead phone,
Lonely nights spent at home
Waiting on something to "be"
Something worth being happy,
Until you find it, and smile,
The one memory that makes it all worthwhile.

My lifeline is a boy who doesn't exist.
A made up dream thought up by a kid.
His dark hair the hills of soil for my flowers.
His gaze the river I could float in for hours.
His enchanting eyes the moon that shines in the dark.
His pink lips the shade of my Bleeding Hearts.
His freckles the ladybugs that land in the garden.
His smile the reflection of the sun on the pond.
His heart beat the rhythm of my feet as I run.
His voice the call of a summers day.
His back the tree I use to reach for the skies.
His hands the branches I use to climb.
His arms the fortress surrounding my fragility.
His chest the pillow where I weep.
His legs the wings that steer me home.
His mind the temple where I roam.
His heart the bed where I rest.
His "I love you" the one that knows me best.
My lifeline is a boy who doesn't exist.
A made up dream I thought up,*
*that's it.

Beer will cause a fool to bray amongst his kin like a "Jack ***"..
Hard liquor will alert the entire town of his alter-ego !

Good morning Mister Fireplug , hope you slept well ..
My loyal silver sentry , I pray we never seek your help !