I whitewash this moment
A pull toward neverland
Grasping at fairytale notions
I never took to in the first place
It seems they’ve chased me down
My five year-old me
Waved their collective magic
And deemed I will believe
I whitewash this moment
A pull toward neverland
Grasping at fairytale notions
I never took to in the first place
It seems they’ve chased me down
My five year-old me
Waved their collective magic
And deemed I will believe
Concede
That you’ll not be he who is held
Resolve
To be holder of all that has life
Know
That He will keep you
Healing can’t come
Bit by bit, in scraps
As you think it ought
In this place at least
Healing won’t flow
Warm and unnoticed
And make the heart red again
In places it’d paled
Healing will rather
Be absent and stealth
Then with lightning speed
Jolt you back into place
I would
I’d jump into yours
Yours
Despite the syncope
No matter the string-along
I will
I’ll fall into you
You
My drummer boy
My guitar man
Every time I look
The light always turns on
And I’ll reach with wonder
To put it out
Hoping
You don’t find yourself
Missing the dark
The creature to be responsible
Hasn’t yet been remade
But neither it seems to me have I
What purpose this barricade
Those hands believe themselves unsteady still
These two remain tight-clenched
But here is a spot on my shoulder
And there is a place on your breeze
Let details be nothing to care about
Let fate find its way with ease
One lazy sofa chair
The color of toasted hay
To set and stare out with you
There before the picture window
Ella in the air
Louis hamming
A roundest table considers with us
The calm and the busy
Whatever would we talk about
In the dimmest of light
Look hard
Look close
Reach out
Even if blindly
Touch the beauty
When in my next life
To be caused to know
What led the learned
Head tilted to wonder
For
The curve of your forearms
The ness of your sinew
The steady of gait despite your bumps and stripes
The all of your being I believe it must be
A most curious creature
I think
I’d confuse you
My language is littered
With double-negatives
I do it
To keep my mind on its toes
And my toes
Stumble strangely
You wouldn’t expect it
Given my outward grace
I’ve seen you move
With the speed of lightning
But I’m slow
To put things where they belong
I’d confound you
I don’t know why I wouldn’t