A little paralyzed
Blinded still, at times
These days
Moments worth true gold
Become hours wayward spent
Making sense of eyes
Wond’ring of intentions
What culpability
What unseen brokenness
Finds my listless guitar
Nerves regenerated
Arising, free
For to tell me
Overthink no more
when you at once arrivedSomething there
But we don’t linger on broken smiles
We can’t want to look
With troubled eyes
Fine bones
Unshadowed skin
Should it be all we wish to see
My gaze seeks the raw
Primitive heart
Can I abandon you now
Is the world safe
Again
Outside
Over-protective imagination
Can I embrace your flight
Will I see to catch
Myself
Falling
Or will my all forever be
As snow
Pure and driven
Insulated and blinded
By itself
Some whimsical plan
I let you drop the breadcrumbs
I ate in blind love
If I’d heeded
If I’d followed
I’d have seen it
I’d have freedom
I’d been naïve
I’d been certain
I’d give you back
I’d give love up
In the dimmest of light
Look hard
Look close
Reach out
Even if blindly
Touch the beauty
Four corners I’ve found
Flat, hard, sharp, square
I dig in, grasping, despite the glare
Emptying
It would appear
It is for naught
And not my style
I let go, hoping, because the song
Singing
The world must be softer than this
