Saturday, February 4, 2012
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.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
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