It Is Time To...

Let her be.














Beautiful.

I Noticed Them

Staring eyes

Red tint and a watery gloss

Their focus never changes

Fluttered blinks

Thumbs rise to wipe the edges

She keeps catching them before they fall

She knows the routine

She hates that she knows

Loneliness

Pain

Loss

Constant struggle

Still she stares

Afraid to turn the page

And

Afraid of being stuck on it

Try To Make Your First Your Last

If there was more I could say about this, I certainly would. Rarely do I understand why I have flashes of certain words and/or images.

Fortunately, I don't have to.

If. You. Please.

Stay close
The day is well
On it's way
Full of promise
Not promises

They become empty so quickly

I am here
You should be
Somewhere near me
Waiting for the word
Or
The signal
Or
The sun to rise
Finally

The night is never young
And
The sheets are never cold
And
You are still
My surprising love

My breath is short
Pressure rising
Blood and you
One
In the same
Watching you drip away


Stay close
Please
Because
If you are not within
Arm's reach

Just stay close.

Spent

He doesn't have much
Much that he can give, anyway
But he gives all he can to all he loves

Until they start to feel entitled

They all have moments when they think they deserve his wares
They start to make demands
And set expectations

They forget that his free giving is not without sacrifice
His giving comes at a cost, even though he hands himself out as if it were all surplus

He wears down.

Especially.

Trying to Reach Her

His arms were long
But
His jumps weren't flights

By the time he climbed to high ground
She was too far off in the distance
For anything but a leap of faith
He waved, even though he knew she wouldn't look back
And
Kept holding back his hopes of holding her

Partial Vision

And they were all ugly to him

He turned his eyes away
Even when it made him look crazy
No one knew his truth
He was full of secrets no ears wanted
Full of life that confused most and frightened the rest
He wore an orange hat
And was mocked by orange faces
Orange because they chose it
Orange because they think it's attractive
Agent of change
Agent orange

Waving

It took him a while to realize that the biggest ripples in the harbor were coming from the boat he was sailing on.
The bell in the buoy kept ringing, but the sound faded.

How Does a Mime Express Love?

Light Up

From "You are the One with the Words":

The Woman and the...

He loved her, and hoped that one day he could be in the house, sitting beside her.  It was all he wanted, yet was certain it would never happen.  His will was strong, and rooted in her tremendous beauty.  He changed with the seasons, but his love was steadfast.  Through unforgiving winters and scorching summers, he did what was expected of him.  It was all he knew.

Every time she left the house, she walked right past - and never gave a second look.  To see her was reward enough for all he did. Her hair was soft, and nestled itself into every breeze, and her eyes sparkled in the sunlight, like morning dew in a field of grass.  He lived for the moments she glanced in his direction, even if it wasn’t to look at him.

Just once, even if just for a moment, he wanted her to notice him, smile, and welcome him into her home the way she had to so many of her friends.

It was New Year’s Eve, and she hosted a party.  Most came in couples, and all enjoyed music, food, and wine in anticipation of the midnight celebration.  As the wine continued to flow, some eyes started to wander.  Winks and smiles were exchanged behind unsuspecting backs, and secret messages were being sent from phone to phone.  A long absence by her date prompted her to get up and find him.  She found him, in a back room of the house, kissing and caressing one of her house guests.  Filled with a bit of wine herself, she pried them from one another, and rushed them both out of her front door, hoping never to see either one of them again.  Sensing her embarrassment, and realizing the party could not recover, her friends quickly grabbed their things and left.

She walked off of her porch, leaned on him, and started to cry.  Her tears ran onto him, just as the clock hit midnight.  Suddenly, he had arms to hold her, and a head to rest on top of hers.

“Please don’t cry.”

Vacuous

She finished reading her tabloid, and folded it away into her oversized purse. I suppose the crime scene photos were too intense for public consumption. She clutched her bag firmly, as every city-hardened woman would. She had long, blond hair that she couldn't stop flipping from one shoulder to the other. She shut her eyes, but kept her grip.

Surely there's something else in there.

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Wings of an angel
Hovered above him
Even when she had no time to care

His arms were long
But
His jumps weren't flights

By the time he climbed to high ground
She was too far off in the distance
For anything but a leap of faith
He waved, even though he knew she wouldn't look back
And
Kept holding back his hopes of holding her

Across the Train

Her hair was short and silver,
And the pearls in her ears were the same size as those on her necklace.
She wasn't really reading the words on her newspaper-
Her eyes weren't moving.
She was either deep in thought,
Or a long blink from napping.
When the train stopped,
She jumped up and exited quickly.

I wonder what she was thinking.

Moving Day

Moving quickly
Nothing to his name
But the books in his shopping bag
And
The clothes in those 4 boxes
4 big boxes
Next to the door


How he arrived
At this point
Is a mystery
To me


I hope
For his sake
And my conscience
He gets off of the train
Up the escalator
And
To his place
His new place
Without his boxes breaking


Please God
Don't let his boxes break

A Dream at Sunrise

The train he was riding emerged from the dark tunnel. 
For a moment,
As the first car began its brief crossing of the sun kissed river-
He thought he could fly.