You say that you
don't want to
hear it,
any of it.
Not these words
so delicatly spun
like the web
of an ebony widdow
or the rays of
marvelous golden sunlight.
So I guess
you will never
listen to anything
that I say,
since these words
come from my
very soul,
as do those.
I guess I can
never
again say
I love you
I miss you,
or even goodbye.
So I'll just sit
here
and listen to
the sound of your
breath dancing
through wires
and landing so softly
on my ear,
just one last time.
Then you will never
here this crap
again,
or any crap again
from me.

Off in a place
with walls of secret words
carpeted in sheets of moonstone
and a ceiling of thatched sunflowers
resides a girl.

This is not a place
for an ordinary girl,
who parties till midnight
and runs off with boyish men;
no, no, no.
So she is not an ordinary girl,
who acts then speaks.

In fact, for being
a red head she hardly speaks
at all. She has crystal blue eyes,
and the body of a ballerina;
though she has never been athletic.

And in this place
she hides.

Away from the chaos
of family or friends,
away from the pain
of broken hearts and
lost wishes.

Her voice is strong
though her will is weak.
People take her for granted
and leave her on the street.

But this place is hers,
to weep and to think.
Too bad I am her and
it is in my head...

Hey Love, I miss you,
when are you coming to visit
me again, in our tiny little town.

The streets are busier
and no one seems as nice
now that you are gone.

Hey Love, I need you,
how are you today and
are you still smiling?

Children throw sticks and stones
at animals and at me, their
parents to mind it now.

Hey Love, I love you,
why do you have to be
so far away all the time?

The sun burns too bright
the nights too cool
without you by my side.

Hey Love,
will I ever see
or hear from you, again?

There is only us now,
we have an entire life
to lead, just for us.
Nobody to please,
nothing to do,
nowhere to go,
except have fun.
All we have left
is us and only us.
But if all we have is
this life time,
if all we have is
this love, our love,
if all we have is
only us;
then I'm okay with
what we have.
Because all I'll
ever want or need is
ever going to be
only us.

Dance with me tonight,
like we used to
under the moon
after sneaking out
in the summer time.

Dance with me,
hold me close,
like we did
on those cool September days
after school in the park.

Dance with me,
keep me warm,
like we loved
in the winters
snowy mornings
when school was canceled.

Dance with me,
kiss me
as the sun comes up
like we did
in the early spring
out in the meadows.

Dance with me,
one last time,
please...