Shutting idea?
Mystery it may seem
for how long will it dim?
May be,
until we find
something more to it
to rekindle out of spring!

With all the insight
I find no way out
to become whole so soon
but to wait
for the
blue moon
to shine upon 'us'
to find 'us' to bloom..

There's no plan
should I wait or leave?
The quest continues..
Are we not
worth being
together?
                                finding
         ­                                          &
                                                                ­     fixing

me
                &
                             you

                                                          pi­ece
                                                             ­                by
                                                              ­                                    piece...
Solving
                         the
                                                puzzle

to make 'us'
whole

       on
                     the
                                    way
                     ­                                 back
                           ­                                          to
                                                              ­                     our
                                                             ­                                                home.....

You pulled me close and I smelled leather,
the scent of rain clinging and weaving
through you like ivy. Your breath rustled
like the trees we climbed together, laughing
and carefree. My eyes were as blue as the dead
sea and yours only looked at me. We
sat in those branches, warm and safe.

Sometimes in the dark the smell of morning
dew and fresh leather hits me and I feel
a melancholy too intense to understand.
I hear your breath next to me. My eyes
used to be as blue as the dead sea, yours
are a distant memory. Now I sit in these
branches, cold and alone, wondering
when you will come home to me.

I want to be there
When the world is more than unfair
When everything just gets to your hair
When all you can do is sit and stare
I will be there.

I want to be there
When the sun decides to share
When you stand up and dare
And when you're finally sure
That you too, will be there.

Like a fog at night
I know you'll creep into my head.
Around every corner,
lurking like an unknown figure
in the dark.
Your face will always find me,
in my darkest hour,
my happiest morning,
or the lightest of my sleep.
You'll always be with me,
I can't escape you.
I can't want to try to forget,
and I can't need to stop missing you
before you're even gone.
But you will be.
You'll run away into a cloud of happiness
just like everyone before you,
and anyone to come later.
But I know you'll take a piece with you,
a piece of a greater size than anyone before,
and you'll run.
You'll run so fast I can't remind my feet
to run after you to stop you,
to ask you to stay, to remind you I'm still
here and I can't be without you.
So I'll just stay.
And be so unsure of where I'll go next that I'll just stay.
I'll just stay until someone comes and drags me
away.
Because I can't go.
I won't.
I'll just sit and remember until the fog rolls in again
and I can't see anymore,
and I'm left with only my thoughts
of what was and what could have been our "is" and "are"
and I'll just be lost, but still be in the same place
as I've always been.
Sitting here.
Staying.
Waiting.