each minute is sixty seconds
each hour is sixty minutes
each day is twentyfour hours
time without you
an eternity

it seems like an eternity
for me to have this chance
to let my feelings be revealed
not knowing how you'll feel
not caring, cause this is it
been treading emotional
waters since we met, wondering
there you are, here I am
do you notice, cause I sure do
are you my savior, nah, I don't know
but a sneak in the bushes
or behind the old barn
may cure all that ails me,and that
would be fine
when you see this prose,I hope
your not alarmed,cause this is it
it's all I got, I'm sure you'll understand

the early spring night ,the sunsets back glow
enhances the puff of clouds slow fade
and I think of you
the torrents of thoughts that flood my mind
makes it hard to navigate my feelings so true
may I ask you to come on this journey with me
let us go to places out of the norm
take that left turn and somehow it will be right
oh,if you can see into my mind,what I have planned
you will understand,
I'm not a messiah nor a pagan god, just a man
who sees a life without you as a dry, empty desert

as I entered the room she was at the computer
I said hi honey, she double click me
I wanted to upload my info but her site was
down for maintenance
or she changed her password
guess I'll go into the other room
and twitter away

Broken conversations,
empty lungs,
doors half open,
hearts almost out of love.

We used to talk of how
we used to be infinite.
But now every second now feels
like a stroke against an unforgiving current.

Our conversations broke
as the flaws of our souls
fell through the cracks of this glass foundation.

These upset words that escaped you
left the air around me a little sad,
a little awake,
and with a lot of echoes.

My lungs went empty
talking you down.

I left the door open for you.
So you can walk in
and slip in quietly-
I won't say a word.

And this heart could never go empty,
not mine.
Yours,
at this point,
I know not.

Flowers never lost their color
as long as you walked this earth.

hope you like this one,penned it just for you
tryed to capture your backward sentences
and their double meanings
your world spins in reverse
from end to beginning
your been there,done that, attitude
is trying on my soul,you want more
more of what,your silence,is deafning
I can only listen to your thoughts
and swim against their tides
I am not in reverse,nor looking forward
I am in the middle, in the now
and hoping this balancing act,my arms
stretched out, will catch your fall

these sleepness nights
and lonesome dreams
flashback of memories
calmed by fatigue
its useless to wonder
where you might be
your eyes wide open
wanting to see
your new found wind
glides you away
to a place perhaps
you can finally stay
seems best not to fight
or ponder what might
just want to rid myself
these sleepless nights