Fall of my years,
come sweetly
come easily

take my hand
and walk with me
into the twilight

promise to be gentle.

A paris apartment
it is late afternoon
you are coming home from work
to me
like never before

sitting beside me in fading light
you whisper that you love me
it is all I can do to be still.

Some people only dream of
passionate late evenings
overflowing with love
and endless kissing

of gentle whispers
and warm caresses
which create a world
within themselves

if you listen quietly
you can hear the soft purring
of lovers together
their joy shared so freely

this is a tribute to those
who rose above their fears
and especially to you
for it was in your tender embrace
that I abandoned forever my dream

And one day when you grew tired of turning,
only to find no one there,
tired of ransacking your mind
for positive thoughts to keep afloat,
you reached out to me
motioning for me to enter your life
and put an end to self-doubt,
to blanket you with my touch, my kiss, my soul.

Fear touches me
now
as you pass through
my warm cloak
full of ancient lies
and I feel you warm breath
next to my heart.

Everything
is changing,
I catch myself
wanting
to hug a stranger,
it would be like two friends
embracing.

Remember when
childhood heroes could do no wrong -
we could even trust them with our lives

and friends were forever
simply because they said so

and each day was lived
to the hilt
as if it were our very last

can you see something has changed?

there are no more heroes -
no one worthy of such honor,
and friends come and go
so many having said their last goodbye
and each day we hold back a little bit more

some say the future is our present,
I say our future lies in the past.

Soldier
standing in the doorway,
turned his back
on the ugliness and pain,
turned his back
on the shocking glimpses of death,
turned his back
on the horrible past
he could not undo,

Soldier
standing at the bar
reached out to a woman
embraced her with hunger
and left in silence,
he felt no warmth,

Soldier
standing in a mirror
staring at himself
started to cry
turned his back.

Images of a man and woman
come forth,
they look so fine together
their personal nightmare restrained

like figures forming a play
they seem so pleasant
carrying on in the day's light

what is clear is never questioned
sad, that we may have been spared.

I'm running away
from you
to a safe place
where you cannot cause me
any more misery or pain,
you have tortured me long enough -
the scars speak for themselves

I was so high
until you found me
and became a constant companion
exaggerating my every fault
while silent in my feats

you selfish self-righteous *******
always tearing down others
desperately trying to get at yourself
but, you're too unconscious
for such personal insight.

I still want to hear
you loved me well
and then I can stop calling your name
and then I can sleep more peacefully

They have been waiting
since knee high
for romance -
even before they knew
what it was about

waiting to be cared for
and attended to,
danced and romanced
moonlit evenings year long,
little surprise presents
flowers sprinkled with jewelry

it never ends
whispers of love
always so gently

it is all so beautiful
truly a wonderful notion

I just can't bring myself to spoil it.