She whispered in
My ear

Words I only

Dreamt

I'd live to hear

Sweet like babies
Candy cane lollipop
Laced with loads of sugar

And Santa's

Sweet surprise

Now I know
Nothing in this world
Is free except for me an'
My baby

Wind don't let no free loader stay

And the sea guards his keep safe

Milk from the cows has soured

And the bee ain't buzzing for just you and me

All I know that's free for me
Is what I got with me and
My sweet little baby

All I got for free is me
And my
Petite little baby

Cause when I think back on
Praying and decaying

Rambling around' late without a date in
A night that never wished to know my name

Down in a bar room gambling with
Bare knuckled boredom but then

She came at me like a left hook
And tossed my heart in the brook

And all I know today
Yes all I can bear to say

Is that what I got for free
Is nothing next to a bargain plea

What I got was
Me and my one and only
Baby

An' if my heart is just a
Little too weak and sentimental

Think back on the hours
You spent shouting proud an' loud
With a mind full of power
But a heart cast in showers

Inside a spirit
Wrinkled like the rain
Does gently sprinkle

Palms were hot as the dot
You followed was not the
Spot you truly wished for

And the smiles you forced led
You to a bear a dream you never
Dreamt of ever before

Hold on to your dream as the
Steam will wane and you hear that
Whistling train roar off
Again' and again'

Don't forget that what you
Got comes for free and

Don't ever stop looking
For your apple tree

For that one and
Only is very quite holy

Don't ever stop seeking
No don't ever stop peeking

For your one n' only

Sweet Baby

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too.
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

My cat howls at night. I sometimes wonder why.

I don't think it's 'cause he's lonely.
The door is open a crack and he knows how to get in.

Maybe he's going deaf. I heard that can happen.
"They howl real loud, like echolocation."

Or maybe my cat is a mutant.

All I can tell you, when he starts up like that,
is when I call his name he stops.
And comes into the room.
And jumps up on the bed.
And starts to purr.

So here's what I think—
that maybe what he's doing,
when he howls like that,
is scaring away the monsters so we can sleep.

It's those moments right before bed that
I miss you
the most.
I can feel you in my chest whenever
you're not next to me.
You are the rain.
You are the sky.
You are the piece that fit's
just right.
I remember you in a thousand different ways.
The way you feel, smell, taste, breathe, sleep,
move, talk, walk, listen and smile.
The way you look at me.
The way you make me believe.
I want to kiss you with all the passion that
this world has left in it.
I want to dance us into that place where nothing
exists but us.
And if you show me your world then I'll show
you mine.
I'll show you the colors in the music and the
beauty of a streetlight.
And I won't be afraid.
You are the girl whose soul is filled with stars,
and I am the boy wishing I was where ever you are.

This is for the rainy days.
The heavy days,
Blanketed under a dark silver sky.

This is an image of
Timeless days.
Where both dawn and dusk
Fail to exist,
Because the gray never went away.

This is the light drizzle
Painting your glasses
With tiny cloudy droplets
That blur-out your vision

And makes the next step a mystery,,
As you pray
                  For a chance of sunshine.

This is for the helpless days.
Lonely days.
Where with every battle
Pits you against the world.
     And should you lose,
     Or should you win,
     Your victory is heard
            by only two ears.

These are the words for the
Mouse-like people.
The great number of quiet strugglers
Who say yes to the fat cat
                                  By Instinct!
So they won't be the meat
Of someone else's meal.
          \    \     \
But this is not to cast you down.
Not a giant- making pinching gestures
With people sized fingers.

This is a challenge!
A day to reach up into
Your oppressive heavens.
Cast aside the disciplinary
Blockade and- Breathe.

Breathe in the tastes
Of a life worth living.
Of the courage to be on your own feet.

And this is an urgency.
This is an urging that
All the doormat people
Sweep out from the heavy feet,
The ones you welcome for trampling.
Because|
               -You know exactly what you're
                 *Missing