That the bow line will snap.
And I'm crushed its not you.

But the trade winds will continue to blow.
And I will travel away with confidence.
That I won't get pushed into your shoals.
That I will drift...and I will tack
Against the currents of this world.

And sadly, you won't affect my bearing.
Though Reminiscence will scar my smile.

I will drift by.

I will not romanticize
This distance between you and I.
Between what could be and what is.

The curveture of the earth.
And the aperture of your eye.
The green green grass.
And a starless night sky.

I find you everywhere I am.
But even in my best dreams.
You still say goodbye.

As beautiful trouble danced with the devil.
I danced with you

And held your hand in mine
And felt your warm breath in my mouth
As you whimpered terrible truths

That I swallowed by the mouthful

I will never again travel to that place

Where we lie adrift

And aimless eyes miss lighthouse towers

Lightning Bug Adventures

Time arcs in space

Through lighting bug adventures to intoxicated speckled skies

And you...

And artistry

And ugliness

From best intentions to evil indulgences

Time flashes a rhythm

Illuminating the blissfully dark spaces between you and I

A flickering of hit and miss

A spark of your best efforts

Peaks and valleys in a white hospital room

The green adventures of our youth.

Both beautiful and sad.

Always your glowing end and beginning.

Always your flaws and perfection.

Always time in reflection.

I hope you find me in reflection.

A skipping stone.

An imperfect splash.