I search for you in everyone I meet
And I see you in every figure and face
No force alive would dare to
Tear me from your gaze
As every atom in me slowly, slowly,
Finds its way to you

I’ve viewed the faces of lonely owners
From the comfort of my keys
I’ve caught sweat and teardrops
In the late evening-
A glass of scotch on my soundboard
I’ve felt the caress of someone who loves a piano
In place of a woman
And with trembling hands,
You tell me what you used to tell her
With melancholy chords and irate crescendos
Your hands slowly retreat-
As hot tears fall once again

Let the fears rush in, the thoughts, the dread-
Let them envelop me, swallow me whole
I always rise above
For I am stronger, body and soul

Sitting on the rocks listening to the ocean sigh
Clouds slowly move like brushstrokes-
Passing over the sun and across the sky
The sun's sweltering heat and the icy water
Reminds me I'm alive

Up on the East Coast, a fog cast in bluish gray
The waves tinted emerald on the foam-licked bay

I danced with him on the Long Island shore
Till I was dizzy and he was sore
And when beams of light ricocheted off water, we laughed
My hips swinging in time with radiant craft

Swaying to the sound,  I've got nothing to lose
Our fingers entwined
I like how you move

I'm the quiet girl who wears her skirts too short

The exposure of the world through          
my eyes is weak:

Visions of gardens
Silk flowers and twisted vines, I'm afraid,
Are no longer symbols of beauty
I cannot tell sadness from joy
My future is a broken compass.

I am free, but I have nowhere to go

I am in love, but with nothing in particular.

I know there will come a time where the only moisture will run out, and the ground will crack and crumble

And we will have to leave from this eternal drought- in this land many have called home

In two or two-hundred years- would we still have the one thing to nourish our bodies and repair the crusted soil?

A sentence, a noise, a glance
Admix and shake my stance

Remember the days of easy innocence, where summer was our whiskey
The sky of red and orange and pale purple as the sun set was intoxicating

"Light the fire!" she cries, her hair a golden flame of itself, tasseled and wild-
"Lord of the flies," now she cries, "lord of the flies"

And sometimes we'd be alone but never lonely
Or at least we never realized
Lady Southwest with the chestnut eyes
She's missed it all but somehow endured-

And here I am
I linger on the wonder of little things, and hide behind my boundaries with thoughts that nothing could ever harm me, here