We haven’t even seen the snow
We haven’t had our moment in the sun
A thousand slow dances still to come
Half a lifetime to grow old
We haven’t even seen the snow
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Snow
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Darkness
There’s the darkness of the night.
The absence of light.
Where shadows and shapes dance and wrestle for prominence.
No telling which you can grasp and shove and which the sun would chase into nothingness
Viscous, like a silent bath for all things matter and form.
Squinting against it as if the tension in your insignificant eye muscles will convince the darkness to give way to something, anything, not that.
Resistance has no effect.
At least none that would chase the ghosts out from under the box spring.
Neither Logic nor leverage will speed up the sunrise.
Regardless of any promise that I will see the suns golden fingers clawing out from behind the darkened horizon, they likely will, like every day before.
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Waiting
The waiting
We sit and we wait
We wonder and chase
Tomorrow is coming
Slowly embrace
A new pattern in place
The pain to replace
Longing and hoping
The sunrise to break
The dark night
The cold shadow
the endless tirade
Of unsleeping nights
Of days upon days
Bleed into each
No chance to recover
The lost time
The lost faith
The pain to replace
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Us Is Now
Falling asleep last night
In the moon light
Caught a glimpse of my hand
And thought
How absolutely wild
I’m made of old butterfly wings, stardust, ocean waves and dinosaur teeth.
I’m used up memories ground to dust, recycled and reimagined
A reanimated spirit into form, a messy container for this impossible emotion.
I look around this absurd play we put on.
We sing and we dance to convince ourselves we’re ok
This menagerie of often pain and sometimes pleasure
I float in the sun and drown in the moon.
Drawn by a force like the tides, pushed… pulled… pushed and pulled again
An ocean wave crashing against the rocky shores for eternityLike trying to grasp a moonlit cloud, we chase the elusive whispers of our hearts, only to find that the moment we think we’ve captured it, it turns to vapor. And we discover that love was never a destination, but the gentle hum of the universe itself, resonating within us all along. We embrace the longing as the sweet ache of our own existence, reminding us that we are but droplets in the vast ocean of connection, forever yearning to merge with the infinite.
Midway between the sun and the moon,
At twilight
Where the day meets the night time stands still.
For a moment, US is now.
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Music Stopped
The music stopped and the clocks are ticking.
All the songs tell the same sad story.
I’ll let you be, to dance alone.
We’re only words now, I’m broken.Don’t look at me like that anymore.
Don’t remind me what I was fighting for.
Let me forget, go back to before.
We’re only words now, I’m broken.
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One
I didn’t believe there was one
Thought maybe one would do
And then I met you.
Now I believe, and I grieve
And you’re the only one that will do
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Raindrops
Running between the raindrops
Dodging the icy downpour
Squinting against the stardust
Always towards you, only you that I adore
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No Eyes on Us
I woke up from a dream of no eyes on us
Invisible chains strung from the glances of strangers
My attention… stolen from your grasp.
Can we be still, and feel no eyes?
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Butterfly of Love
Each morning I attempt to dissect the butterfly of love
My rusty tweezers of logic pinching and pulling.
Love isn’t blind
It’s just squinting at the dazzling sun.
It falls on the heavy masks we wear
Illuminating the lies and confirming the truth
And I surrender to this absurd dance the universe has prepared for us.
My ego is judge and jury
In this rigged trial of life
Can’t be won but maybe escaped
All I’m sure of… will last forever, what I’m not, will fade away.
Love isn’t a scorecard but a bottomless well of possibility
It washes away the sands that chafe our soft bellies
I dare us…
Fling open the windows and feel the playful breeze on our open hearts dancing in the winter sun
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Battle
Never before
Have I been called into battle
To fight for what’s mine
Since the beginning of time
Love is my compass
Courage is my bow
My heart is my arrow
This warrior will fight
For the truth that only we know.
With blood on my face
My dying breath on my lips.
There’s no triumph that exists
Greater than that very last and perfectly knowing kiss.