I looked deep into your eyes
as my fingertips grasped your hips, pulling,
pressing you into me.
“I love you”, you said
and I smiled.
“I'm sorry, Darling, for letting you go”, I choked
with tears of regret clouding my vision.
Your eyes softened with your smile
that felt like the warmth of the sun.
“It's alright Baby, don't cry, we're still together
because I never let go of you”.
I smelled the coconut lotion on your arms
as they draped over my shoulders and clasped together
around the back of my neck.
I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against yours, trying
to hold on to the moment forever.

When I woke up
soaked in sweat,
you were gone.
You've been gone a while now
because when I let go so long ago,
so did you.

It's almost two in the afternoon,
the sun is out, birds whistle their tune.
From this mountain top I can see,
with crystal clear clarity,
the former land I used to stay
far, far away from play.

A butterfly lands on my arm,
“I see you've found the secret”, says its gaze.
I nod and say without alarm,
“I've stepped out of the maze”.

Then it lifted up and away
and my eyes followed to the city below,
I saw joy smothered by dismay;
frozen ebb craving flow.

I wanted to feel grief
but that passed in a blink,
all I had was relief
that I was free to think.

It's almost three in the afternoon,
the sun is out, birds whistle their tune.
From this mountain top I can see,
with crystal clear clarity,
the former land I used to stay
far, far away from play.

My sweat attracts the dust
and I begin to smear.
Still, I'm confident in my trust
that I'm supposed to be here.

My hair is long and mangled,
filled with grease and grime,
it protrudes out every angle
a tangible fragment of time.

The cool breeze blows by
whispering secrets never heard,
in an original lullaby,
never observed by the herd.

It's almost four in the afternoon,
the sun is out, birds whistle their tune.
From this mountain top I can see,
with crystal clear clarity,
the former land I used to stay
far, far away from play.

When you live in paradise,
a rainy day can feel even more
gloomy.
But
it's just another contrast of life
like joy and sorrow,
or pleasure and pain.
Thank god for the rain.

I was asked to give a speech,
I remember when you rang.
“I need to ask a favor”,
“That's not a favor”, I sang.

“So you can do it?”, you pried,
I responded only, “Yes.”
The pretense of long friendship,
And luck you'd claim God did bless.


Since it is your wedding day,
I know gallant it must be.
And while our take is weighty,
The audience must agree.

I'll reveal exploits in jest,
Tall tales of a younger You.
What they don't know, never will,
Those gritty details aren't true.


“Well good evening, everyone.
I'm here for these two lovers,
Who have pledged their lives this day,
and forsaking all others”.

“In conclusion, look at them;
Just perfectly meant to be.
But I don't know them at all,
Keep that between you and me”.