There's a mortal in the room
I’m so glad the feelings were never
know about from way back then.
If things went a different way
magine how that would have been.
There’s a reason to this
sudden awakening,
and how this new
friendship had its start.
We were always friendly
to each other,
but never fully connected at the heart.

But this magnetic pull inside our souls,
It’s what changed in us the most.
For this mortal never knew
just what he meant to me,
Only because I never wore
my heart upon my sleeve.
I look back at that mortal in the room,
The one I was afraid to get near.

Me knowing more of his heart now,
Things have become oh so clear.
This mortal shares space
inside my head,
For he’s always had a
place in my heart.
I’m happy I get to say now,
From this mortal,
my special love
I feel for him will never depart.
There’s a mortal in the room,
He’s hard to keep away from…

Leanne

For a time
you were there,
on the other end
of transmitted
satellite
messages

for a time,
we'd share little things,
like funny things
our animals
did

for a time,
you'd consul
for a time,
you'd encourage
for a time,
you'd inspire

for a time,
you were there

and now

for a time is no longer,
though your name
remains

Love tramples my bitter heart
Shadows follow my feet
Through deep pool of frustration I wade
Legs may as well be made of concrete

To find exit in this forest of grief
Quiet the picture of you in my mind
Grows in the gaps your absence has rendered
Tiniest light so sharp leaves my eyes blind

That chases progress in circles
Some wishes aren't meant to come true
Worth it warming memories over smoldering embers
For peace that passed away with you

Dear daddy
Wish I could talk to you
Dear daddy
Wish I could see you
Dear daddy
I wish I knew why you left
Dear daddy
Wish I could understand
Dear daddy
I know we never seen eye to eye on things
Dear daddy
I knew you loved me
Dear daddy
I knew you where there
Dear daddy
Can you hear me
Dear daddy
I love you
Dear daddy
I seen red cardinal is that you
Dear daddy
I see white bird feathers is that you
Dear daddy
I see butterflies is that you
Dear daddy
I see flowers is that you
Dear daddy
Was that you ?

Look out,
across time, go
windborn in our mind being,

look out,
into the depths of ever being,

rethink the processes time used,
reimagine the silence at the moment.

All for us to have our own being in,
confined in common sense of the we
the one we of us since ever was a time,

before now, and later, still,
this same concurrency of events…

our crossing point in time.

Instants of peaceable knowing, growing
into states of conscious knowing use.