Safe Distance

Additionally, I admit I awaited it
The other shoe to drop

It was me, my fault
Believing too big always

The ’72 Nova Super Sport
Traded before I became of age

The certainty I saw in unions
Disproved before my very eyes

Muscle cars and you and me
Crashed before together began

Difficult Art

All the nonsense to receive
Mantas and tenets rising up
Ancient foundations to revere
What architects are responsible?

Live right, I accept
Love well, all the more

But call me not lover for a season
God didn’t build me to let go
If He tells me He did
I’ll tell Him He’s a liar

Time

Do you, as I, daily perform an unending juggling act with the hours, grasping at fleeting minutes, feeling, by sundown, famished for time?

Who of us doesn’t wish to artfully turn the wretched clock into origami art that would sit silent and still on the wall and evidence beauty instead of lack?

Were it possible, I would wave my surely magic arms, and weave into the moments a stop gate, then take eternity to tell you, thank you, you were right, and I love you.

Fireworks, Baby

Count yourself among the many
Who do not care to consider my midnight musings of any value
To know my heart-wrenching pleas for your return
Sent unrequited out

But what you need know
My last diary entry was a mid-summer date
Immediately before the fireworks, but after my hope expired
Your birthday, baby

Over

There was that night
An only slightly dimmed light

There was that song I sang to you –I believe you sang back– about being crazy ‘ bout you
An ode I’m inclined to replay over and over and over in my mind, in hopes that I’d grow tired

There was that us celebrating love
An honest Thanksgiving

Fenced

He never his used looking glass
To further contemplate
The diamond in the rough he held
Failed to appreciate

Her too-many facets
Her intellect and whim
All for his sense of pridefulness
What brilliance, lost on him

This woman’s worth upon his life
Her presence in his home
The lack of foresight in him then
Brings his heart now to roam

Ocean Behind

Goodbye last chance to dance
Again

Saved us

If only for a time
Some heartache
Where, were there a promise
Who’d have forgiven us?

Not us

Again
I wish we’d have danced

Original Thought Credit: “Different Worlds,” Jes Hudak

Just Sunshine

I am told of a song worth singing

That the curveball I ought throw life, in perfect pitch, sounds something like this:

“I’m gonna love you like no one has hurt me
I’ve known just sunshine
Wild imagination, deeply invested
Forever, we’re fine”

This, the lore, these sage storytellers I keep company with implore I believe that

A song I must sing, I am told

Original Thought Credit: “Come Rain or Come Shine;” Music and lyrics by Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer, respectively.