breath after moments
looks from eyes
feelings on you
now I know it’s true
meaning
fall if you may
fall if you might
fall your hardest I say!
the catch is well underway
leaning
forward after anticipation
backward from embrace
into on kiss
now there’s no stopping this
cleaning
past from the mind
past from passing
past is so behind
break the button labeled rewind
arms open for the catch
the most beautiful girl
my dame, my Match
like bouquets of crimson and clover
i’ll catch you, my love
over and over
My success defined
As heartbeat fast or slow
Lower my ear to your chest
It’s not the only way to know
Exquisite opposing forces
Thinnest wire on balanced knee
Hold on neither loose nor tight
The compass pointing to “just be”
Tear drops and a nervous swell
Which one is seen on the outside
Little mental natural disasters
Can be survived when we are beside
Just let me be
Just be
In the presence of you
In the presence of me
This evening
Playing the part of past
Will be a lake
Depthless and vast
Calm and dark
The surface, glassy smooth
Ripples only form
If you step back in and move
I sit alone
Gently on dewy hillside
A view of it all
Spot cleared for my equal beside
In the role of future
The up and coming brilliant sky
Infinitely wide
And twice as big measured high
One can’t predict
How this play will unfold
When witnessed live
It’s a unique site to behold
See the stage
Flat and even horizon line
It is the present
The place where your eyes meet mine
Walking toward me
Moonlight showing the way
Curves upon curve
Summer dress, tempo’d sway
I rise to greet
Reach for your hand to grasp
Share a warm embrace
The two of us forming a clasp
Still holding
I lower you to the ground
Alone feels so long
Until the day that you’re found
As we lie
Side by side, backs to the grass
The play goes on
Time can’t be the only thing that lasts
Drifting to sleep
Ghosts from our beds now rise
Marching in twos
Matched even, forward facing eyes
Down the hillside
The cadence created from
Clicking bone heels
What we were, not what we’ve become
Behind follows
From the closet, skeletons pair
Free from our thoughts
They dance so free, not a care
Line formed
This past parade marches on
Down to the lake
The final rest before dawn
Not a single drop
Of water is displaced
They enter together
With an air of dignified grace
The sun rises
Marking the start of the next scene
Our eyes slowly open
Like the first sight ever seen
You are so weary
Rowing for what seems like years
In your little wooden boat with its two wooden oars
So many storms and rough seas encountered
Your bow raises up and pierces through
Beating sun and chilling moon
You row and row with an iron will
A breath and a dream inside you
You reach a point of tire and yank back on the oars once more
Slicing through liquid
Blood pumps through your strong shoulders like gasoline on fire
Belief and hope your only guiding stars
When something is gone long enough
It’s hard to believe it existed in the first place
Looking to the starboard, port, stern, and bow, nothing
Reality becoming nothing
Nothing becoming reality
Sore eyes close gently
A warm blanket for eyes and soul
Self provided comfort
The first love is the love of one’s self
The flint
A light travels fast and shines hard
We were designed with opaque lids
It forces its way through the cells
Grabbing and pulling its way through
Tender knock on the retina door
Hello
The chamber door opens up
Am I dreaming? Are you?
Land is the ocean’s mirage
My light circles back around once again
Beaming out to you
Carrying with it a message each time it makes a round
…
I’m going to be here for you
…
I’m going to protect you
…
I’m going to take care of you
Just come to me
Just get here
Even if you crash into me
Please, just make it to me
